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The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 14. The Sentence Of Death The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 14. The Sentence Of Death

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 14. The Sentence Of Death
CHAPTER XIV. THE SENTENCE OF DEATHThe candles were burning on the table though it was broad daylight, the bells were tolling though nobody was sick, the coffin had also been made ready though nobody was dead. The hard sentence had been pronounced over the poor sinner, he must die. The law demanded his head. If his dear father and mother and all his brothers and sisters were to plead for him all day long they could not wash away the strict letter of the law with their tears. All those who sat by the long table, the captains, lieutenants, and common... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 3085

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 13. The Leather-Bell The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 13. The Leather-Bell

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 13. The Leather-Bell
CHAPTER XIII. THE LEATHER-BELLWe Magyars are very liberal in the distribution of nicknames, in this respect, indeed, our fancy outruns that of the Princes of the Orient, and the titles we bestow are even more appropriate than theirs. In Hétfalu "Leather-bell" was the nickname of a peculiar man, whose real name had quite slipped out of everybody's memory. This derisive epithet was given to him by the housewives to whom he used to convey all the local gossip, to wit: who it was who died to-day he was going to be buried, whose turn it was to work for the... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2091

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 12. In The Midst Of The Fire The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 12. In The Midst Of The Fire

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 12. In The Midst Of The Fire
CHAPTER XII. IN THE MIDST OF THE FIREZudár was to-night more anxious than at other times. He had put up the iron shutters in front of his windows immediately after dusk, and had gone to bed much earlier than usual. The evening prayer of the little girl soothed him for a while. "Amen! Amen!" he kept repeating after her, laying stress upon the word--and then something began agitating him again strangely. "An evil foreboding, an evil foreboding," he kept on murmuring; "some great calamity is about to befall me." "You have caught cold, my good father," said the little girl soothingly,... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 3338

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 8. The Polish Woman The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 8. The Polish Woman

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 8. The Polish Woman
CHAPTER VIII. THE POLISH WOMAN"Who is at home here?" inquired a strong sonorous voice at the door of the headsman's dwelling, and immediately afterwards a shape huddled up in a grey mantle passed through the kitchen door. By the hearth were sitting Ivan and the woman of the house, it was a dark tempestuous night outside; it might have been about ten o'clock and every door was closed. The youth and the woman gazed stupidly at the stranger and said nothing. "Who is at home here?" repeated he, drawing nearer to the fire, in whose flickering light his smooth handsome young... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2980

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 7. A Man Of Iron The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 7. A Man Of Iron

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 7. A Man Of Iron
CHAPTER VII. A MAN OF IRONGeneral Vértessy had for many years been the commandant of a military station in Hungary. After such a long time as that, men get to be acquainted with one another, and the soldier comes to be regarded as quite a member of the family. The townsfolk, too, begin to speak of him as a member of the upper classes; no great entertainment is considered complete without him, and the ordinary civilian exchanges greetings with him as a man and a brother in all places of public resort. The county makes him a magistrate on account of... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2268

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 6. Two Famous Paedagogues The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 6. Two Famous Paedagogues

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 6. Two Famous Paedagogues
CHAPTER VI. TWO FAMOUS PÆDAGOGUESThe first of these famous pædagogues was the cantor, worthy Mr. Michael Kordé. The second was the rector, Thomas Bodza. Apart from the fact that he had an extraordinary liking for wine and never could quite distinguish the forenoon from the afternoon, Mr. Michael Kordé was a man of refinement to the very tips of his toes. In his time he had worn out a great many stout hazel switches, it being the custom of his establishment to make each pupil provide his own rod. This was no doubt an extra item in the curriculum, but, on... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2979

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 5. The Unbeloved Son The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 5. The Unbeloved Son

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 5. The Unbeloved Son
CHAPTER V. THE UNBELOVED SONThe day dawned slowly and, as it seemed, with great difficulty. The morning was cold and cloudy as is often the case after a tempestuous night. There was a great bustling about in the house of mourning. A bier and a coffin had to be made, and the dead clothed in their funeral finery. The old squire wished the funeral to be a splendid one. The courtyard had been swept clean. Every household tool and implement of labour had been removed out of the way. They were preparing to keep one of those days of sad and... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 1692

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 4. A Divine Visitation The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 4. A Divine Visitation

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 4. A Divine Visitation
CHAPTER IV. A DIVINE VISITATIONThe whole region was pitch black, half the night was over, there was no sign of life anywhere. But slumber was no dweller in _that darkness, the terrible voice of God drove it far away from the eyes of men--Heaven was thundering as if it would have smashed this nebulous star of ours here below into fragments. Who could sleep at such a time? One thunderbolt followed hard upon another. Whenever the crashing uproar ceased for an instant one could hear the ringing of bells, which the superstitious peasantry set a-going to charm away the terrifying tempest.... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2725

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 3. A Childish Malefactor The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 3. A Childish Malefactor

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 3. A Childish Malefactor
CHAPTER III. A CHILDISH MALEFACTORThat house which stands all deserted in the middle of Hétfalu was not always of such a doleful appearance. Its windows which are now nailed up or bricked in were once full of flowers; those trees which now stand around it all dried up and withered as if in mourning for their masters, and with no wish to grow green again after the many horrors which have taken place among them, those trees, I say, once threw an opulent shade on the marble bench placed beneath them a grave old gentleman used to sit of an... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 3587

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 2. The Headsman's Family The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 2. The Headsman's Family

The Day Of Wrath - Chapter 2. The Headsman's Family
CHAPTER II. THE HEADSMAN'S FAMILYThe house of the headsman is surrounded by a stone wall, its door is studded with huge nails, acacia trees rustle in front of it. Its windows are hidden by a high fence. On its roof from time to time something flap-flaps like a black flag; it is a raven which has chosen the roof of that house as a refuge. No other animal likes the hangman. The dogs bay at him, the oxen run bellowing out of his way, only the ravens acknowledge him as their host. They are his own birds. It is late in... Long Stories - Post by : bulkmailer007 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 3302

The Corsair King - Chapter 3. Revenge The Corsair King - Chapter 3. Revenge

The Corsair King - Chapter 3. Revenge
Chapter III. RevengeThe time of the monsoons had come. News of shipwrecks arrived daily. The elements of the air and sea were ceaselessly contending in a strife before which the petty quarrels of men were ended. Nothing was heard at present of Barthelemy. The English and Dutch agencies were perfectly aware that his ships were anchored in the harbor of Cape Corso. Who would venture to tempt Providence by putting to sea in such weather? The heart of the boldest pirate trembles when he sees sky and water transformed into darkness, illumined only by flashes of lightning. It would be a... Long Stories - Post by : 45005 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 1986

The Corsair King - Chapter 2. In Hispaniola The Corsair King - Chapter 2. In Hispaniola

The Corsair King - Chapter 2. In Hispaniola
Chapter II. In HispaniolaRobert Barthelemy's name became known everywhere on the high seas. Holland and Portuguese sailors trembled before him; for when they recognized his vessel and, after a desperate chase, gained the shelter of a harbor, he followed them, robbed them under the very guns of the port and, if attacked, ordered the town to be bombarded and its fortifications given to the flames. There was no end to the marvelous tales related about him. * * * *... Long Stories - Post by : 45005 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 1823

The Corsair King - Chapter 1. Choosing A King The Corsair King - Chapter 1. Choosing A King

The Corsair King - Chapter 1. Choosing A King
Chapter I. Choosing a KingThe storm had spent itself, the sea was calm again, and on its smooth surface tossed empty casks and shattered masts,--the monuments of shipwrecked vessels. The stormy petrels had vanished with the tempest, and the flying fish were now making their clumsy leaps from wave to wave,--a sign of fair weather. A brigantine which had outlived the gale was moving slowly over the almost unrippled surface of the water; all hands were engaged in repairing the damage occasioned by the storm; temporary masts were rigged, sails trimmed, the crew worked fairly hanging in the air; for the... Long Stories - Post by : 45005 - Date : May 2012 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 1162

The Bad Old Times The Bad Old Times

The Bad Old Times
In those sad times when the accursed, merciless Tatar was ravaging our good country, two good Hungarian brother warriors and kinsmen, Simon and Michael Koppand, after the devastation of Tamásfalu, of which great city not a vestige remains to the present day, escaped somehow from the burning and massacring, and taking refuge among the bulrushes, lay concealed therein for many days and nights, often up to the tops of their heads in water, for the evil, bloodthirsty enemy scoured even the morasses in search of fugitives, with the firm determination of extirpating every Magyar from the face of the earth once... Short Stories - Post by : smallzer - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2086

The Hostile Skulls The Hostile Skulls

The Hostile Skulls
As this story is of a somewhat horrible character, I would duly impress it upon my more timid readers that, if possible, they had better leave it unread. If, however, they have invested their money in the book in which it appears, they might at least not read it just before going to bed, for I don't want the responsibility of their nightmares on my shoulders. This, at any rate, I can say: the event recorded actually happened. The fact that I have kept it a profound secret till now does honour to my powers of self-control. When I was a... Short Stories - Post by : global - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2966

The City Of The Beast The City Of The Beast

The City Of The Beast
A CHAPTER FROM THE HISTORY OF A VANISHED CONTINENT CHAPTER I THE TABLES OF HANNO Plato, the Sage of classical Greece, speaks in his writings of a strange continent which, if historians and geologists are to be believed, must have lain somewhere between the island of St. Helena and the coast of Africa. The poets and philosophers of antiquity called it Atlantis, Oceania, or the Fortunate Islands. In those days the earth was still a divinity to whom man raised altars. In those days men had not arrived at the overpowering conviction that the whole globe was nothing more than a... Short Stories - Post by : gwferg2002 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 1771

The Red Starosta The Red Starosta

The Red Starosta
CHAPTER I THE JUDAS-MONEY Have you ever heard of the Bialystok Dominion? There lie the huge Sylvan wildernesses of Lithuania, the native home of the Ure-ox, the ancestor of horned cattle, the king of all oxen; in every other part of Europe it has been exterminated. They are now the quarry of the Russian Tsar, and only the Romanovs and their guests possess the privilege of hunting them down. But Bialystok is still more famous for its wondrously beautiful Palace, which worthily bears the name of "the Polish Versailles." Built in the Italian renaissance style, embellished within and without by the... Short Stories - Post by : drewbradford - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 4013

Love And The Little Dog Love And The Little Dog

Love And The Little Dog
What can there be in common between love and a little dog? Well, listen! and I'll tell you. My dear friend Toni was head over ears in love with a pretty little girl whom I did not love at all. This was not because I prefer falling in love with ugly little girls, or because I consider it superfluous to love a girl who is already loved by another fellow, but simply because one eye of this particular girl was black and the other blue. "Toni," I said, "look out for yourself! This double sort of eye bodes no good. With... Short Stories - Post by : cybersphere - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 4054

The Justice Of Soliman--a Turkish Story The Justice Of Soliman--a Turkish Story

The Justice Of Soliman--a Turkish Story
In the days of Sultan Soliman the Magnificent there lived at Stambul a rich merchant whose name was Muhzin, who traded in jewels and precious stones. This man had a dear consort--Eminha--whom he loved better than all his precious stones, whose red lips he prized beyond the brightness of his rubies, the sparkle of whose eyes excelled the brilliance of his diamonds, and the speech of whose lips was like a silver bell. He would not have bartered those eyes and those lips for all the treasures of the world. But, alas! those sparkling eyes, those sweet lips were but corruptible... Short Stories - Post by : homepro2 - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 3130

The Sheriff Of Caschau--a Fragment Of An Old Chronicle The Sheriff Of Caschau--a Fragment Of An Old Chronicle

The Sheriff Of Caschau--a Fragment Of An Old Chronicle
THE SHERIFF OF CASCHAU--A FRAGMENT OF AN OLD CHRONICLE(11) (Footnote 11: The idea of this story was subsequently expanded into the novel "Pretty Michal.") It happened the same year that, in the place of old Tobias Kesmarki, the hundred electors of the city of Caschau, to wit, forty-five Hungarians, forty Germans, and fifteen Wends, after due deliberation and by common consent, elected as Sheriff his Honour Michael Dóronczius, as being a man of understanding and blameless life, and respected by all men. The hundred burgesses, having so done, went forth in solemn procession, headed by their Honours the Fürmenders(12) and the... Short Stories - Post by : willaw - Date : November 2011 - Author : Maurus Jokai - Read : 2921