A Book Of Ghosts
I was in Orleans a good many years ago. At the time it was my purpose to
write a life of Joan of Arc, and I considered it advisable to visit the
scenes of her exploits, so as to be able to give to my narrative some
Pomps And Vanities
Colonel Mountjoy had an appointment in India that kept him there
permanently. Consequently he was constrained to send his two daughters
to England when they were quite children. His wife had died of cholera
at Madras. The ...
The city of Bayonne, lying on the left bank of the Adour, and serving as
its port, is one that ought to present much interest to the British
tourist, on account of its associations. For three hundred years, along
The Leaden Ring
"It is not possible, Julia. I cannot conceive how the idea of attending
the county ball can have entered your head after what has happened. Poor
young Hattersley's dreadful death suffices to stop that."
"But, aunt, Mr. H...
The Mother Of Pansies
Anna Voss, of Siebenstein, was the prettiest girl in her village. Never
was she absent from a fair or a dance. No one ever saw her abroad
anything but merry. If she had her fits of bad temper, she kept them for
The Red-haired Girl
A WIFE'S STORY
In 1876 we took a house in one of the best streets and parts of B----. I
do not give the name of the street or the number of the house, because
the circumstances that occurred in that place were such as to...
A Professional Secret
Mr. Leveridge was in a solicitor's office at Swanton. Mr. Leveridge had
been brought up well by a sensible father and an excellent mother. His
principles left nothing to be desired. His father was now dead, and his
H P Scary
The river Vezere leaps to life among the granite of the Limousin, forms
a fine cascade, the Saut de la Virolle, then after a rapid descent over
mica-schist, it passes into the region of red sandstone at Brive, and
The following story is found in the Gretla, an Icelandic Saga,
composed in the thirteenth century, or that comes to us in the
form then given to it; but it is a redaction of a Saga of much
earlier date. M...
Colonel Halifax's Ghost Story
I had just come back to England, after having been some years in India,
and was looking forward to meet my friends, among whom there was none I
was more anxious to see than Sir Francis Lynton. We had been at Eton
During the time that I lived in Essex, I had the pleasure of knowing
Major Donelly, retired on half-pay, who had spent many years in India;
he was a man of great powers of observation, and possessed an
inexhaustible fund o...
The Bold Venture
The little fisher-town of Portstephen comprised two strings of houses
facing each other at the bottom of a narrow valley, down which the
merest trickle of a stream decanted into the harbour. The street was so
narrow that i...
Among the many hangers-on at the Hotel de l'Europe at
Luxor--donkey-boys, porters, guides, antiquity dealers--was one, a young
man named Mustapha, who proved a general favourite.
I spent three winters at Luxor, part...
Little Joe Gander
"There's no good in him," said his stepmother, "not a mossul!" With
these words she thrust little Joe forward by applying her knee to the
small of his back, and thereby jerking him into the middle of the school
before the ...
A Dead Finger
Why the National Gallery should not attract so many visitors as, say,
the British Museum, I cannot explain. The latter does not contain much
that, one would suppose, appeals to the interest of the ordinary
I do not know when I had spent a more pleasant evening, or had enjoyed a
dinner more than that at Mr. Weatherwood's hospitable house. For one
thing, the hostess knew how to keep her guests interested and in
A Happy Release
Mr. Benjamin Woolfield was a widower. For twelve months he put on
mourning. The mourning was external, and by no means represented the
condition of his feelings; for his married life had not been happy. He
and Kesiah had b...
The 930 Up-train
In a well-authenticated ghost story, names and dates should be
distinctly specified. In the following story I am unfortunately able to
give only the year and the month, for I have forgotten the date of the
day, and I do no...
On The Leads
Having realised a competence in Australia, and having a hankering after
country life for the remainder of my days in the old home, on my return
to England I went to an agent with the object of renting a house with
In the Land's End district is the little church-town of Zennor. There is
no village to speak of--a few scattered farms, and here and there a
cluster of cottages. The district is bleak, the soil does not lie deep
The White Flag
A percentage of the South African Boers--how large or how small that
percentage is has not been determined--is possessed of a rudimentary
conscience, much as the oyster has incipient eyes, and the snake