A Dream of Red Hands by Bram Stoker, 1894. The first opinion given to me regarding Jacob Settle was a simple descriptive statement, ‘He’s a down-in-the-mouth chap’: but I found that it embodied the
Tom’s Money by Harriet Prescott Spofford, 1907. Tom’s Money Mrs. Laughton had found what she had been looking for all her life—the man under her bed. Every night of her nearly thirty
The Mad Lady by Harriet Prescott Spofford, 1916. The Mad Lady CERTAINLY there was a house there, half-way up Great Hill, a mansion of pale cream-colored stone, built with pillared porch and wings,
The Conquering Will by Harriet Prescott Spofford, 1901. The Conquering Will THERE was no doubt that he was a masterful man. He ruled everyone on shore as he had ruled everyone at sea. His
A Rural Telephone by Harriet Prescott Spofford, 1909. A Rural Telephone THE great clock ticked with loud insistence in the immaculate room. Things had to be immaculate where Mrs. Dacre was. The sunlight sifting
An Angel in the House by Harriet Prescott Spofford, 1903. An Angel in the House THE old man had not always walked with two canes, as he did now. He had been straight and
Three Sundays in a Week by Edgar Allan Poe. Three Sundays in a Week YOU hard-headed, dunder-headed, obstinate, rusty, crusty, musty, fusty, old savage!” said I, in fancy, one afternoon, to my grand uncle
The Landscape Garden by Edgar Allan Poe. The Landscape Garden No more remarkable man ever lived than my friend, the young Ellison. He was remarkable in the entire and continuous profusion of good gifts
The Black Cat by Edgar Allan Poe. The Black Cat FOR the most wild, yet most homely narrative which I am about to pen, I neither expect nor solicit belief. Mad indeed would I
The Angel of the Odd by Edgar Allan Poe. The Angel of the Odd It was a chilly November afternoon. I had just consummated an unusually hearty dinner, of which the dyspeptic truffe formed not the