More interesting miles, that seemed swift, brought them to an open flat crossed by a stream bordered with full-foliaged yellow-blossoming trees, which Jones called wattles. Jones made a halt there to rest and water the horses, and to let the other wagons catch up. Red began to make friends with the other teamsters, always an easy task for the friendly, loquacious cowboy. They appeared to belong to a larger, brawnier type than the American outdoor men, and certainly were different from the lean, lithe, narro

Being a most curious, hitherto unknown history, as related by Mr. Isaac Bickerstaff but not presented to the World of Fashion through the pages of The Tatler, and now for the first time written down by Francis Hodgson Burnett Were Nature just to Man from his first hour, he need not ask for Mercy; then 'tis for us--the toys of Nature--to be both just and merciful, for so only can the wrongs she does be undone.

At the moment Mr. Toke was pursuing his way along the rather unfrequented road that led from the village in which his house was situated to the neighbouring market town of Packington. As he walked at an easy pace on the grass verge of the road, his thoughts were pleasantly occupied by reflections on a little windfall that he had recently picked up at a country auction; so much so that his immediate surroundings received but the vaguest attention. Suddenly, he was aroused from his meditations by a low rumble

My mother, her sleeves rolled high over her round white arms, was in the dark interior of the milk-house as I passed, and spoke to me laughingly; and I could perceive my father sitting in his great splint-bottomed chair just within the front doorway, and I marked how the slight current of air toyed with his long gray beard. The old Bible lay wide open upon his knee; yet his eyes were resting upon the dark green of the woods that skirted our clearing. I wondered, as I quaffed the cool sweet water at the spri

At the Henry George Club I formed some congenial friendships and never missed one of their meetings; here I found a chance to talk so that I would not completely forget how to form sentences and feel at home on my feet. As the election of 1888 approached I was invited to make some speeches for the Democratic party in various halls throughout the city. When I appeared at a meeting it was with a long line of other ambitious young lawyers, each of us eager to make his voice heard in the general palaver; I was

Amory Blaine inherited from his mother every trait, except the stray inexpressible few, that made him worth while. His father, an ineffectual, inarticulate man with a taste for Byron and a habit of drowsing over the Encyclopedia Britannica, grew wealthy at thirty through the death of two elder brothers, successful Chicago brokers, and in the first flush of feeling that the world was his, went to Bar Harbor and met Beatrice O'Hara. In consequence, Stephen Blaine handed down to posterity his height of just un

They had always played together and been fond of each other. She only knew he was rich because she had heard people say so when they thought she was not listening, and she had also heard them say that when she grew up she would be rich, too. She did not know all that being rich meant. She had always lived in a beautiful bungalow, and had been used to seeing many servants who made salaams to her and called her Missee Sahib, and gave her her own way in everything. She had had toys and pets and an ayah who wor

August 12th. I can't write every day for I spend most of my time with the Warths. Oswald can't stand Robert, he says he is a cad and a greenhorn. What vulgar phrases. For three days I haven't spoken to Oswald except when I really had to. When I told Erna and Liesel about it, they said that brothers were always rude to their sisters. I said, I should like to know why. Besides, Robert is generally very nice to his sisters. They said, Yes before you, because he's on his best behaviour with you. Yesterday we la

It was autumn before Logan Huett was released from his military duties, once more free to ride where he chose. Leaving the reservation with light pack behind his saddle, he crossed the Cibeque and headed up out of the manzanita, scrub oak and juniper to the cedars and pinons of the Tonto Rim. The trail climbed gradually. That same day he reached the pines and the road General Crook had cut along the ragged edge of the great basin. Huett renewed his strong interest in this mesa. From the rim, its highest poi

Very convenient doctrine, for us, at all events,' said I; 'but if you would really study my pleasure, mother, you must consider your own comfort and convenience a little more than you do— as for Rose, I have no doubt she'll take care of herself; and whenever she does make a sacrifice or perform a remarkable act of devotedness, she'll take good care to let me know the extent of it. But for you I might sink into the grossest condition of self-indulgence and carelessness about the wants of others, from the mer

Adem peygamber, nefis zevkine bir adım attı, cennetin başköşesinden ayrılma zinciri boğazına geçti. Melek, Şeytandan kaçar gibi ondan kaçmaya başladı. Bir lokma ekmek için ne kadar gözyaşı döktü. Gerçi cüret ettiği suç bir kıl kadardı. Fakat o kıl iki gözde bitmişti. Adem, kadim nur 'un gözüydü. Gözde kıl, büyük bir dağ kesilir. Eğer Adem, o hususta danışmış olsaydı pişman olup özürler dilemezdi.

Men can do nothing without the make-believe of a beginning. Even science, the strict measurer, is obliged to start with a make-believe unit, and must fix on a point in the stars' unceasing journey when his sidereal clock shall pretend that time is at Nought. His less accurate grandmother Poetry has always been understood to start in the middle; but on reflection i t appears that her proceeding is not very different from h is; since Science, too, reckons backward as well as forward, divides his unit into bil

If you picked up a magazine and read in it a story mentioning a passenger-carrying rocket driven by atomic power furnished by a substance prepared from uranium, you probably would not be greatly surprised. After all, such an invention is today but a step or two ahead of cold fact. But you might be surprised to learn that if this story was A Columbus of Space, the one I happen to have in mind, your grand-parents may well have read it before you were born--for A Columbus of Space was published in All-Story ma

Felatun Bey'i tanır mısınız? Hani ya şu Mustafa Meraki Efendi―Zade Felatun Bey! Galiba tanıyamadınız. Fakat tanınacak bir çocuktur . Mustafa Meraki Efendi, Tophane'nin Beyoğlu'na yakın bir mahallesinde oturur. Mahallesinin adını vermek olmaz. Yerini anladınız ya? Bu kadarı ile yetininiz. Kendisi kırk beşlik bir adamdır. Fakat babası, bir çocuğu genç evlendirirler ise, yüzü gözü açılmadan dünya evine girmiş olacağından, namus ve edebini güzel korur düşüncesinde olduğundan, Mustafa Meraki Efendi'yi on altı ya

Nowhere in the streets of London may one escape the sight of abject poverty, while five minutes' walk from almost any point will bring one to a slum; but the region my hansom was now penetrating was one unending slum. The streets were filled with a new and different race of people, short of stature, and of wretched or beer-sodden appearance. We rolled along through miles of bricks and squalor, and from each cross street and alley flashed long vistas of bricks and misery. Here and there lurched a drunken man

During his brief interview with Mr. Fogg, Passepartout had been carefully observing him. He appeared to be a man about forty years of age, with fine, handsome features, and a tall, well-shaped figure; his hair and whiskers were light, his forehead compact and unwrinkled, his face rather pale, his teeth magnificent. His countenance possessed in the highest degree what physiognomists call repose in action, a quality of those who act rather than talk. Calm and phlegmatic, with a clear eye, Mr. Fogg seemed a pe

Believing that the Novel and the Play are twin-sisters in the family of Fiction; that the one is a drama narrated, as the other is a drama acted; and that all the strong and deep emotions which the Play-writer is privileged to excite, the Novel-writer is privileged to excite also, I have not thought it either politic or necessary, while adhering to realities, to adhere to every-day realities only. In other words, I have not stooped so low as to assure myself of the reader's belief in the probability of my s

I could stand the aunts, but there are dozens of cousins, dreadful boys all of them, and I detest boys! Some of them came to see me last Wednesday, but I was lying down, and when auntie came to call me I went under the quilt and pretended to be asleep. I shall have to see them some time, but I do dread it so. And Rose gave a shudder, for, having lived alone with her invalid father, she knew nothing of boys, and considered them a species of wild animal. Oh! I guess you'll like 'em. I've seen 'em flying round

Herkesin, bir şey elde edeceğim diye bir ümidi vardır. Nihayet bir gün olur, ona bir kapı da açarlar. Açarlar ama hemencecik yine o kapıyı örterler. O kapıya tapan, oraya ümit bağlayan kişi de ümitlenir, o ümitle ateş kesilir, işe girişir! O genç de hoş bir halde o bağa girince ansızın ayağı defineye batıverdi! Allah bekçiyi sebep etti. Bekçi korkusundan geceleyin koşa koşa bağa girdi, sığındı da, bağdan geçen ırmağa yüzüğünü düşürmüş olan sevgilisinin elinde bir fener, yüzüğünü aramakta olduğunu gördü.

Dünyanın işi budur. Birçok sultanlara böyle yaptı. Mülk sahiplerini ve zenginlerin çoğunu yukarıda anlatılan hâle getirdi. Bu dünyanın âdetidir. Âdem Peygamber 'den bu deme kadar, böyle geldi ve böyle gidiyor. O böyle yükseltir, sonra yere vurur. Kıyamete kadar bu perişanlık devam eder. Öne alır, arkaya atar, mal sevdirir, zengin eder, yedirmez, ihtiyaç içinde kıvrandırır. Bu kuvvetler dünyaya yerilmiştir. Her iyiliği yapar, kendine çeker. Sonra boğazına bıçağı dayar, boğazlar. Ondan kurtulan yoktur. Onun ş