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The Ambassador's Pigeons The Ambassador's Pigeons

The Ambassador's Pigeons
Haziddin, the ambassador, stood at the door of his tent and gazed down upon the famous city of Baalbek, seeing it now for the first time. The night before, he had encamped on the heights to the south of Baalbek, and had sent forward to that city, messengers to the Prince, carrying greetings and acquainting him with the fact that an embassy from the Governor of Damascus awaited permission to enter the gates. The sun had not yet risen, but the splendour in the East, lighting the sky with wondrous colourings of gold and crimson and green, announced the speedy coming... Short Stories - Post by : catch_22 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 3343

The Warrior Maid Of San Carlos The Warrior Maid Of San Carlos

The Warrior Maid Of San Carlos
The young naval officer came into this world with two eyes and two arms; he left it with but one of each--nevertheless the remaining eye was ever quick to see, and the remaining arm ever strong to seize. Even his blind eye became useful on one historic occasion. But the loss of eye or arm was as nothing to the continual loss of his heart, which often led him far afield in the finding of it. Vanquished when he met the women; invincible when he met the men; in truth, a most human hero, and so we all love Jack--the we,... Short Stories - Post by : griffijl - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 1630

The Hour-glass The Hour-glass

The Hour-glass
Bertram Eastford had intended to pass the shop of his old friend, the curiosity dealer, into whose pockets so much of his money had gone for trinkets gathered from all quarters of the globe. He knew it was weakness on his part, to select that street when he might have taken another, but he thought it would do no harm to treat himself to one glance at the seductive window of the old curiosity shop the dealer was in the habit of displaying his latest acquisitions. The window was never quite the same, and it had a continued fascination for... Short Stories - Post by : blancelin - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 3144

'gentlemen: The King!' "gentlemen: The King!"

'gentlemen: The King!'
The room was large, but with a low ceiling, and at one end of the lengthy, broad apartment stood a gigantic fireplace, in which was heaped a pile of blazing logs, whose light, rather than that of several lanterns hanging from nails along the timbered walls, illuminated the faces of the twenty men who sat within. Heavy timbers, blackened with age and smoke, formed the ceiling. The long, low, diamond-paned window in the middle of the wall opposite the door, had been shuttered as completely as possible, but less care than usual was taken to prevent the light from penetrating into... Short Stories - Post by : Stilesoft - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 924

The Long Ladder The Long Ladder

The Long Ladder
Every fortress has one traitor within its walls; the Schloss Eltz had two. In this, curiously enough, lay its salvation; for as some Eastern poisons when mixed neutralise each other and form combined a harmless fluid, so did the two traitors unwittingly react, the one upon the other, to the lasting glory of Schloss Eltz, which has never been captured to this day. It would be difficult to picture the amazement of Heinrich von Richenbach when he sat mute upon his horse at the brow of the wooded heights and, for the first time, beheld the imposing pile which had been... Short Stories - Post by : cr1275 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 1023

Count Konrad's Courtship Count Konrad's Courtship

Count Konrad's Courtship
It was nearly midnight when Count Konrad von Hochstaden reached his castle on the Rhine, with a score of very tired and hungry men behind him. The warder at the gate of Schloss Hochstaden, after some cautious parley with the newcomers, joyously threw apart the two great iron- studded oaken leaves of the portal when he was convinced that it was indeed his young master who had arrived after some tumultuous years at the crusades, and Count Konrad with his followers rode clattering under the stone arch, into the ample courtyard. It is recorded that, in the great hall of the... Short Stories - Post by : 350-Warrior - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 2181

The Archbishop's Gift The Archbishop's Gift

The Archbishop's Gift
Arras, blacksmith and armourer, stood at the door of his hut in the valley of the Alf, a league or so from the Moselle, one summer evening. He was the most powerful man in all the Alf-thal, and few could lift the iron sledge-hammer he wielded as though it were a toy. Arras had twelve sons scarce less stalwart than himself, some of whom helped him in his occupation of blacksmith and armourer, while the others tilled the ground near by, earning from the rich soil of the valley such sustenance as the whole family required. The blacksmith thus standing at... Short Stories - Post by : excelbru - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 3375

An Invitation An Invitation

An Invitation
The proud and warlike Archbishop Baldwin of Treves was well mounted, and, although the road by the margin of the river was in places bad, the august horseman nevertheless made good progress along it, for he had a long distance to travel before the sun went down. The way had been rudely constructed by that great maker of roads--the army--and the troops who had built it did not know, when they laboured at it, that they were preparing a path for their own retreat should disaster overtake them. The grim and silent horseman had been the brains the troops were... Short Stories - Post by : kentalkeen - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 1451

Converted Converted

Converted
In the ample stone-paved courtyard of the Schloss Grunewald, with its mysterious bubbling spring in the centre, stood the Black Baron beside his restive horse, both equally eager to be away. Round the Baron were grouped his sixteen knights and their saddled chargers, all waiting the word to mount. The warder was slowly opening the huge gates that hung between the two round entrance towers of the castle, for it was the Baron's custom never to ride out at the head of his men until the great leaves of the strong gate fell full apart, and showed the green landscape beyond.... Short Stories - Post by : badsadman - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 3134

The Count's Apology The Count's Apology

The Count's Apology
The fifteen nobles, who formed the Council of State for the Moselle Valley, stood in little groups in the Rittersaal of Winneburg's Castle, situated on a hill-top in the Ender Valley, a league or so from the waters of the Moselle. The nobles spoke in low tones together, for a greater than they were present, no other than their over-lord, the Archbishop of Treves, who, in his stately robes of office, paced up and down the long room, glancing now and then through the narrow windows which gave a view down the Ender Valley. There was a trace of impatience in... Short Stories - Post by : apax999 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 989

The Sixth Bench The Sixth Bench

The Sixth Bench
She was in earnest; he was not. When that state of things exists anything may happen. The occurrence may be commonplace, comic, or tragic, depending on the temperament and experience of the woman. In this instance the result was merely an appointment--which both of them kept. Hector McLane came to Paris with noble resolutions, a theory of color, and a small allowance. Paris played havoc with all of these. He was engaged to a nice girl at home, who believed him destined to become a great painter; a delusion which McLane shared. He entered with great zest into the life of... Short Stories - Post by : ajido777 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 1578

A Slippery Customer A Slippery Customer

A Slippery Customer
When John Armstrong stepped off the train at the Union Station, in Toronto, Canada, and walked outside, a small boy accosted him. "Carry your valise up for you, sir?" "No, thank you," said Mr. Armstrong. "Carry it up for ten cents, sir?" "No." "Take it up for five cents, sir?" "Get out of my way, will you?" The boy got out of the way, and John Armstrong carried the valise himself. There was nearly half a million dollars in it, so Mr. Armstrong thought it best to be his own porter. * *... Short Stories - Post by : adamb - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 2529

Ringamy's Convert Ringamy's Convert

Ringamy's Convert
Mr. Johnson Ringamy, the author, sat in his library gazing idly out of the window. The view was very pleasant, and the early morning sun brought out in strong relief the fresh greenness of the trees that now had on their early spring suits of foliage. Mr. Ringamy had been a busy man, but now, if he cared to take life easy, he might do so, for few books had had the tremendous success of his latest work. Mr. Ringamy was thinking about this, when the door opened, and a tall, intellectual-looking young man entered from the study that communicated with... Short Stories - Post by : mtndoc37 - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 2742

The Failure Of Bradley The Failure Of Bradley

The Failure Of Bradley
The skater lightly laughs and glides, Unknowing that beneath the ice On which he carves his fair device A stiffened corpse in silence glides. It glareth upward at his play; Its cold, blue, rigid fingers steal Beneath the tracings of his heel. It floats along and floats away. --Unknown Poem."If I only had the courage," said Bradley, as he looked over the stone parapet of the embankment at the dark waters of the Thames as they flashed for a moment under the glitter of the gaslight and then disappeared in the black night to... Short Stories - Post by : lbrown - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 3281

Crandall's Choice Crandall's Choice

Crandall's Choice
John Crandall sat at his office desk and thought the situation over. Everybody had gone and he was in the office alone. Crandall was rather tired and a little sleepy, so he was inclined to take a gloomy view of things. Not that there was anything wrong with his business; in fact, it was in a first-rate condition so far as it went, but it did not go far enough; that was what John thought as he brooded over his affairs. He was making money, of course, but the trouble was that he was not making it fast enough. As he... Short Stories - Post by : Lou_Roggio - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 2166

Striking Back Striking Back

Striking Back
George Streeter was in Paris, because he hoped and expected to meet Alfred Davison there. He knew that Davison was going to be in Paris for at least a fortnight, and he had a particular reason for wishing to come across him in the streets of that city rather than in the streets of London. Streeter was a young author who had published several books, and who was getting along as well as could be expected, until suddenly he met a check. The check was only a check as far as his own self-esteem was concerned; for it did not in... Short Stories - Post by : trymelast.com - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 2895

The Raid On Mellish The Raid On Mellish

The Raid On Mellish
Some newspapers differ from others. One peculiarity about the Argus was the frequency with which it changed its men. Managing editors came who were going to revolutionize the world and incidentally the Argus, but they were in the habit of disappearing to give place to others who also disappeared. Newspaper men in that part of the country never considered themselves full-fledged unless they had had a turn at managing the Argus. If you asked who was at the head of the Argus the answer would very likely be: "Well, So-and-so was managing it this morning. I don't know who is running... Short Stories - Post by : serrac - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 3357

The Bruiser's Courtship The Bruiser's Courtship

The Bruiser's Courtship
While the Northern Bruiser sat in the chair in his corner and was being fanned he resolved to finish the fight at the next round. The superior skill of his opponent was telling upon him, and although the Bruiser was a young man of immense strength, yet, up to that time, the alertness and dexterity of the Yorkshire Chicken had baffled him, and prevented him from landing one of his tremendous shoulder thrusts. But even though skill had checkmated strength up to this point, the Chicken had not entirely succeeded in defending himself, and was in a condition described by the... Short Stories - Post by : pagelockprocom - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 1823

Playing With Marked Cards Playing With Marked Cards

Playing With Marked Cards
"I'm bothered about that young fellow," said Mellish early one morning, to the professional gambler, Pony Rowell. "Why?" "He comes here night after night, and he loses more than he can afford, I imagine. He has no income, so far as I can find out, except what he gets as salary, and it takes a mighty sight bigger salary than his to stand the strain he's putting on it." "What is his business?" "He is cashier in the Ninth National Bank. I don't know how much he gets, but it can't be enough to permit this sort of thing to go... Short Stories - Post by : Rexmannb - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 1463

Old Number Eighty-six Old Number Eighty-six

Old Number Eighty-six
John Saggart stood in a dark corner of the terminus, out of the rays of the glittering arc lamps, and watched engine Number Eighty-six. The engineer was oiling her, and the fireman, as he opened the furnace-door and shovelled in the coal, stood out like a red Rembrandt picture in the cab against the darkness beyond. As the engineer with his oil can went carefully around Number Eighty-six, John Saggart drew his sleeve across his eyes, and a gulp came up his throat. He knew every joint and bolt in that contrary old engine--the most cantankerous iron brute on the road--and... Short Stories - Post by : KevinThompson - Date : October 2011 - Author : Robert Barr - Read : 1188