There was once a shepherd-boy who kept his flock at a little distance from the village. Once he thought he would play a trick on the villagers and have some fun at their expense. So he ran toward the village crying out, with all his might,-- ... Read more of THE BOY WHO CRIED "WOLF!" at Children Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Cottage 2 Interior Arrangement
PLAN The front door opens into a common living room,...

The Two Curmas
A rustic named Curma, of Tullium, near Hippo, Augustine...

Canon Alberic's Scrap-book
St Bertrand de Comminges is a decayed town on the spurs...

Pontifex Of The God Bel
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The Spirit Of The River
In a small village along the river Tsz lived a fisher...

The Corpse The Blood-drinker
Night was slowly falling in the narrow valley. On the...

Visions Of The Dead In Sleep
In most of the Greek and Roman stories that survive, ...

The Haunted Cove
Commonplace in itself and showing positive vulgari...

The Satin Slippers
On 1st February, 1891, Michael Conley, a farmer living ...

Farm Barn Under-ground Plan And Yard
The most economical plan, for room in tying cattle in t...





Black Spirits And White






No 252 Rue M Le Prince
When in May, 1886, I found myself at last in Paris, I naturally determined to throw myself on the charity of an old chum of mine, Eugene Marie d'Ardeche, who had forsaken Boston a year or more ago on receiving word of the ...

In Kropfsberg Keep
To the traveller from Innsbrueck to Munich, up the lovely valley of the silver Inn, many castles appear, one after another, each on its beetling cliff or gentle hill,--appear and disappear, melting into the dark fir trees ...

The White Villa
When we left Naples on the 8.10 train for Paestum, Tom and I, we fully intended returning by the 2.46. Not because two hours time seemed enough wherein to exhaust the interests of those deathless ruins of a dead civilizati...

Sister Maddelena
Across the valley of the Oreto from Monreale, on the slopes of the mountains just above the little village of Parco, lies the old convent of Sta. Catarina. From the cloister terrace at Monreale you can see its pale walls a...

Notre Dame Des Eaux
West of St. Pol de Leon, on the sea-cliffs of Finisterre, stands the ancient church of Notre Dame des Eaux. Five centuries of beating winds and sweeping rains have moulded its angles, and worn its carvings and sculpture do...

The Dead Valley
I have a friend, Olof Ehrensvaerd, a Swede by birth, who yet, by reason of a strange and melancholy mischance of his early boyhood, has thrown his lot with that of the New World. It is a curious story of a headstrong boy a...