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Giles The Shepherd And Spectre
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The Prior Of Tynemouth
Prior Olaf stood on the central merlon of the gate to...

Peaceful-light
In the time when the Shining Dynasty had just conquer...

Lost Hearts
It was, as far as I can ascertain, in September of the ...

The Laughing Ghost
Siu Long-mountain was one of the most celebrated stud...

The Benedictine's Voices
My friend, as a lad, was in a strait between the choice...

Hands All Round
Nothing was more common, in the seances of Home, the "M...


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The Mysterious Mr Home
"So you've brought the devil to my house, have you?" ...

The Ghost Of Miser Brimpson
BY EDEN PHILLPOTTS I Penniless and proud he was; ...





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...