I had no thought of violets of late, The wild, shy kind that spring beneath your feet In wistful April days, when lovers mate And wander through the fields in raptures sweet. The thought of violets meant florists' shops, And bows and pins, an... Read more of Sonnet at Martin Luther King.caInformational Site Network Informational
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The Transferred Ghost
BY FRANK R. STOCKTON The country residence of Mr. ...

The Arrears Of Teind
"Mr. Rutherford, of Bowland, a gentleman of landed prop...

The Cold Hand
[Jerome Cardan, the famous physician, tells the followi...

The Cock-lane Ghost
About the middle of January 1762, a gentleman was sen...

The Residence At Whitminster
Dr. Ashton--Thomas Ashton, Doctor of Divinity--sat in...

Farm House 7 Lawns Grounds Parks And Woods
Having essayed to instruct our agricultural friends in ...

The Assyrian Priest
Herr H. V. Hilprecht is Professor of Assyriology in the...

Farm House 4 Interior Arrangement
The front door from the veranda of the house opens ...

Lord Lyttelton's Ghost
"Sir," said Dr. Johnson, "it is the most extraordinary ...

The Old Nurse's Story
I set out one evening for the cottage of my old ...





A Master Of Mysteries






The Mystery Of The Circular Chamber
One day in late September I received the following letter from my lawyer:— "My Dear Bell,— "I shall esteem it a favour if you can make it convenient to call upon me at ten o'clock to-morrow morning on a matter of extreme ...

The Warder Of The Door
"If you don't believe it, you can read it for yourself," said Allen Clinton, climbing up the steps and searching among the volumes on the top shelf. I lay back in my chair. The beams from the sinking sun shone through the st...

The Mystery Of The Felwyn Tunnel
I was making experiments of some interest at South Kensington, and hoped that I had perfected a small but not unimportant discovery, when, on returning home one evening in late October in the year 1893, I found a visiting card ...

The Eight-mile Lock
It was in the August of 1889, when I was just arranging my annual holiday, that I received the following letter. I tore it open and read:— "Theodora House-boat, Goring. "Dear Mr. Bell,— "Can you come down on Wedn...

How Siva Spoke
During the summer of the past year a medical friend of mine sent me an invitation to dine with him and two of his fellow-craftsmen at the Welcome Club at the Earl's Court Exhibition. One of our party was a certain Dr. Laurier, ...

To Prove An Alibi
I first met Arthur Cressley in the late spring of 1892. I had been spending the winter in Egypt, and was returning to Liverpool. One calm evening, about eleven o'clock, while we were still in the Mediterranean, I went on deck t...