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Rauhaton yö: Huvinäytelmä yhdessä näytöksessäAnto (tullen oikealta). Totta tosiaan, tuossa hn istuu viel patruunan vierashuoneen sohvalla ja nukkuu, iknkuin hn olisi kotonaan. Mit hn oikeastaan tahtoo? Puhutella patruunaa, sanoi hn. Oli ehk tyhm pst hnet sisn, kun patruunakin oli poissa mutta tuskin voi kske...

The Flying Machine Boys in the Wilds; Or, The Mystery of the AndesThe Flying Machine Boys were camping under the equator. The Louise and the Bertha, the splendid aeroplanes in which the lads had visited California and Mexico, lay on a great plateau some...

The Wicker Work Woman: A Chronicle of Our Own TimesIn his study M. Bergeret, professor of literature at the University, was preparing his lesson on the eighth book of the neid to the shrill mechanical accompaniment of the piano, on which, close by, his...

Dr. Mabuse, der Spieler Der alte vornehme Herr stellte sich selber vor. Wie blich, verstand niemand den Namen. Aber er war elegant und in diskretes bestes Tuch gekleidet. Er hatte als Vorstecknadel eine einfache weie Perle, etwas barock, aber von der Weie eines blonden...

Boyville: A History of Fifteen Years' Work Among NewsboysIF you are going to do anything permanent for the average man you have got to begin before he is a man. The chance of success lies in working with the boy and not with the...

Die Herrin und ihr KnechtDas Landhaus der Grothes wurde wieder geweit. Aber der Blutfleck neben dem Fenster, das auf den Hof heraus ging, blieb erhalten. Die Maurer hatten ihn auf strenge Anordnung hin verschonen mssen. Und wenn Johanna Grothe mit ihren Knechten hier vorberwandelte,...

The Speedwell Boys and Their Racing Auto; Or, A Run for the Golden CupSay, Dan, did you ever see a fellow run a car as bad as Maxey? If we didnt know better wed think he had a fit, declared Billy Speedwell, who sat...

Diego Pinzon and the Fearful Voyage He Took Into the Unknown Ocean A.D. 1492In the ancient province of Andalusia, which, as everybody knows, is famous for the charms of its climate and the fertility of its soil, there stands now, as there stood four...

Latin Phrase-BookAlthough, ideally speaking, a phrase-book should always be compiled by the pupil himself from his own individual observation, yet in these days, when an extended curriculum tends to curtail considerably the amount of Latin read, it seems to me that anything which may...

Johan Tobias Beckin elämäkertaVuoden 1800 kummankin puolen esiintyivt vallinneen jrkeisuskon hedelmt kaikkien nhtville. Kirkot olivat tyhjentyneet, seurakunnat ja vallassaolijat ylnkatsoivat uskontoa ja etupss luonnollisesti sen edustajia, pappeja ja kirkkoa. Etenkin Pohjois-Saksassa toivoivat monet, ett kristinusko oli muutamien vuosien kuluttua kokonaan hviv maailmasta. Samaa ennustivat...

Barbe-bleueOh! pas pour longtemps! Et je serai de retour dans la soire mme, rpliqua le vicomte. Mais je ne puis rellement pas refuser une invitation aussi courtoisement faite. A combien sommes-nous ici de Bois-Peillot? Non, interrompit le vicomte. Je suis la campagne, je veux...

Kleinstadtkinder: Buben und Mädelgeschichten Aber da schon pfiff die Lokomotive da wurde noch hastig eine Kupeetre geffnet, ein Fu wurde sichtbar, eine braune Ledertasche und platsch lag mit Koffer und Plaid ein nicht zu groer, nicht zu kleiner, nicht zu dicker und nicht zu...

More Tales of the BirdsIt was close upon Midsummer Day, but it was not midsummer weather. A mist rose from moist fields, and hung over the whole countryside as if it were November; the June of 1815 was wet and chill, as June so...

Dick Kent on Special DutyRat MacGregor dropped to the floor and crawled on hands and knees to the bunk wherein Dewberry, weary after hours of heavy mushing over an almost unbroken trail, now slept the sleep of the just. Dewberrys raucous snores could be...

The Little House HE little house, tell this story. It was lived within my walls; not a line is invented and it was I, by my interfering, who brought about the happy ending. Who wants a story that does not end happily, especially a...

The Adventures of M. D'Haricot N my window-sill lies a faded rose, a rose plucked from an English lane. As I write, my eyes fall upon the gardens, the forests, around my ancestral chateau, but the faint scent is an English perfume. To the...

The Cruise of The Violetta IN the Fall of the year when Krakatoa blew its head off in the East Indies, and sent its dust around the world, I fell sick of a fever in the city of Portate, which is on the west...

Tioba, and Other Tales FROM among the birches and pines, where we pitched our moving tent, you looked over the flat meadow-lands; and through these went a river, slow and almost noiseless, wandering in the valley as if there were no necessity of arriving...

The Delectable Mountains So they went up to the Mountains, to behold the Gardens, and Orchards, the Vineyards, and Fountains of water.... Now there was on the tops of these Mountains, Shepherds feeding their flocks, and they stood by the high-way side. The Pilgrims...

Port Argent: A Novel PORT ARGENT is a city lying by a brown navigable river that gives it a waterway to the trade of the Lakes. No one knows why it grew there, instead of elsewhere on the banks of the Muscadine, with higher...