Saksagan
The Long Exile part 2
When he had gone about twenty-five miles, he stopped for the horses to be fed. AJcsionov rested awhile in the passage of the inn, then he stepped out into the porch, and, ordering a...
The Long Exile part 1
Leo Tolstoy (1828 1910)
Tolstoy is the most celebrated of all Russian writers. This extraordinary man, after serving in the army and leading a wild and reckless life, was for half a century the great...
A Wagner Matinee part 6
During the intermission before the second half, I questioned my aunt and found that the “Prize Song” was not new to her. Some years before there had drifted to the farm in Red Willow...
A Wagner Matinee part 5
The overture closed, my aunt released my coat sleeve, but she said nothing. She sat staring dully at the orchestra. What, I wondered, did she get from it? She had been a good pianist...
A Wagner Matinee part 4
The matinee audience was made up chiefly of women. One lost the contour of faces and figures, indeed any effect of line whatever, and there was only the color of bodices past counting, the...
A Wagner Matinee part 3
When my aunt appeared on the morning after her arrival in Boston, she was still in a semi-somnambulant state. She seemed not to realize that she was in the city where she had spent...
A Wagner Matinee part 2
Whatever shock Mrs. Springer experienced at my aunts appearance, she considerately concealed. As for myself, I saw my aunts battered figure with that feeling of awe and respect with which we behold explorers who...
A Wagner Matinee part 1
Willa Gather (1876-1947)
Willa Sibert Cather was born at Winchester, Va., in 1876. She was for some years engaged in newspaper work, and was until 1912 associate editor of McClures Magazine. Her novels, My Antonia...
Mrs Bullfrog Part 6
“Mr. Bullfrog,” said she, not unkindly, yet with all the decision of her strong character, “let me advise you to overcome this foolish weakness and prove yourself to the best of your ability as...
Mrs Bullfrog Part 5
Of course this query could have no reference to my situation; yet, unreasonable as it may appear, I confess that my feelings were not altogether so ecstatic as when I first called Mrs. Bullfrog...
