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Diana's Short StoriesDuffelsSome of the families in the Giralda rather liked the new cashier; these were they who had children. The little children chatted and laughed with her across her desk when they came down as forerunners to give the order for the family dinner. If it were only lunch time, when few people were in the restaurant, they went behind the desk and embraced the cashier and had a romp with her. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2709 minDiana's Short StoriesCaricature and Other Comic ArtIf the idlers of the streets chalked caricature on the walls, we can not be surprised to discover that Pompeian artists delighted in the comic and burlesque. Comic scenes from the plays of Terence and Plautus, with the names of the characters written over them, have been found, as well as a large number of burlesque scenes, in which dwarfs, deformed people, Pigmies, beasts, and birds are engaged in the ordinary labors of men. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2611 minDiana's Short StoriesThomas BertheletIt is disappointing that no single specimen of the rich Mediæval style of bookbinding exists of English workmanship. Such bindings were undoubtedly made here, and numerous drawings of them are to be seen in contemporary manuscript. It is certain that the intrinsic value of these covers attracted the attention of some of our sovereigns, especially the early Tudors, and whenever they were of any value at all, the crucible accounts for their disappearance. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2411 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Souls of Black FolkThus it is doubly difficult to write of this period calmly, so intense was the feeling, so mighty the human passions that swayed and blinded men. Amid it all, two figures ever stand to typify that day to coming ages,—the one, a gray haired gentleman, whose fathers had quit themselves like men, whose sons lay in nameless graves; who bowed to the evil of slavery because its abolition threatened untold ill to all. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2310 minDiana's Short StoriesRise and Fall of Cesar BirotteauNevertheless, having little confidence in his own lights, he consulted a celebrated chemist, Vauquelin, from whom he naively inquired how to mix a two sided cosmetic which should produce effects appropriate to the diversified nature of the human epidermis. Truly scientific men men who are really great in the sense that they never attain in their lifetime the renown which their immense and unrecognized labors deserve are nearly always kind, and willing to serve the poor in spirit. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2309 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Sea-GullWhat could be more intolerable and foolish than my position, Uncle, when I find myself the only nonentity among a crowd of her guests, all celebrated authors and artists? Personally I am nothing, nobody. I pulled through my third year at college by the skin of my teeth, as they say. I have neither money nor brains, and on my passport you may read that I am simply a citizen of Kiev. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2213 minDiana's Short StoriesArts and Crafts in the Middle AgesEloi was a workman in Limoges, as a youth, under the famous Abho, in the sixth century; there he learned the craft of a goldsmith. He was such a splendid artisan that he soon received commissions for extensive works on his own account. King Clothaire II. ordered from him a golden throne, and supplied the gold which was to be used. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2109 minDiana's Short StoriesHome FunThe bunkum entertainer is a parasite, a cartoonist, and mimic, a smooth tongued, unscrupulous rascal, who deserves the conscientious entertainer (who never tries bunkum because he is too stupid and wool headed) so has it to be banished to a desert island and served to cannibals as minced donkey flesh “à la bunkum.” This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-2010 minDiana's Short StoriesMy Fair Planet"--Like to make a proposal to our mutual advanceage ""--You wouldn't find an actor there playing a lead role one season and then not be able to get any parts except summer stock and odd bits for the next two years. All right, so the show I had the lead in folded after two weeks, but the critics all raved about my performance. It was the play that stank!" This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1912 minDiana's Short StoriesIf I MayAnd we should keep our garden up to date. When delphiniums went out of season, we should rub them out and give you chrysanthemums; and if an untimely storm uprooted the chrysanthemums, in an hour or two we should have a wonderful show of dahlias to take their place. And we should still have the floor space free for a sundial, or if you insist on exercise for the last hoop and the stick of a full sized croquet lawn. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1810 minDiana's Short StoriesBilly Bunny and Daddy FoxAnd of course when Mrs. Fox heard that, she looked on the floor of the little porch; and, sure enough, there was the big iron key almost hidden from sight in a little, tiny crack.Wasn’t that lucky? Well, I guess it was, and in a jiffy and a half she unlocked the iron door and set Daddy Fox free. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1709 minDiana's Short StoriesIn The Days of GiantsYou should have seen the giant stare."Truly, friend, you have a goodly appetite," he said. "You have eaten all the meat that I have in my larder; and if you dine with us to morrow, I must insist that you catch your own dinner of fish. I cannot undertake to provide food for such an appetite!" This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1611 minDiana's Short StoriesSixes and Sevens“Come on, there, you mangy, turtle backed, snake headed, bench legged ton and a half of soap grease!” shouted the dogman, with a new note in his voice and a new hand on the leash. The dog scrambled after them, with an angry whine at such unusual language from his guardian. At the foot of Twenty third Street the dogman led the way through swinging doors. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1513 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Cash Boy“We want to start a club for playing baseball, like the big clubs they have in Brooklyn and New York.”“How shall we do it?” asked Henry Scott.“We must first appoint a captain of the club, who will have power to assign the members to their different positions. Of course you will want one that understands about these matters.” This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1312 minDiana's Short StoriesFriendship Village"He was an alderman,' she was goin' on, but old Mis' Winslow cuts in on her:-- "'It don't matter what he was when he was man grown,' s'she. It's when they're little bits o' ones,' she says."'Little!' says Grandma Holly. 'Is it little you mean? Well, my Amy's two little feet use' to be swallowed up in my hand so,' she says, shuttin' her hand over to show us. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1311 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Lake of the SkyAfter a brief wait, long enough to allow transfer of baggage, we leave, from the same station, for the fifteen miles' ride to Tahoe Tavern on the very edge of the Lake. This ride is itself romantic and beautiful. On the day trains observation cars are provided, and the hour is one of delightful, restful and enchanting scenes. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1210 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Little Grey DogHe was an ugly grey dog with long silken soft ears and a bushy tail. He was born in a splendid stable that belonged to a rich man. This rich man lived on a large estate in which were fields and meadows. And in these fields grew sugarcane, in great quantities, great, round, smooth canes that contained the sweet sugar. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1110 minDiana's Short StoriesGranny‘s Wonderful ChairSnowflower had no relation in the world but a very old grandmother, called Dame Frostyface. People did not like her quite so well as her granddaughter, for she was cross enough at times, though always kind to Snowflower. They lived together in a little cottage built of peat and thatched with reeds, on the edge of a great forest. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-1010 minDiana's Short StoriesGrimm‘s Fairy StoriesBut when she had once begun she did not know how to leave off, and kept going deeper and deeper amongst the trees looking for some still more beautiful flower. The Wolf, however, ran straight to the house of the old grandmother, and knocked at the door."Who's there?" asked the old lady. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0912 minDiana's Short StoriesMonica’s Choice"How you can possibly allow yourself to speak to me in such a manner, I cannot imagine. It is very evident that you are no Beauchamp."The scorn expressed in her grandmother’s tones acted in the same way as a touch of the whip about the ears of a thoroughbred mare. She started, and tears of wounded pride welled up in her flashing hazel eyes, but they were quickly forced back. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0810 minDiana's Short StoriesBulldog And ButterflyThere was danger that anything which was of a nature to keep on burning might catch fire at him, and when well lit might find that the creating heat had gone out, or had withdrawn itself. She knew herself, by instinct, faithful to the core, and if once she consented to love the man, she would have to go on doing it. And she not only tried not to love the butterfly, but had tried her loyal hardest to love the bulldog. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0711 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Blithedale RomanceIn their view, we were as poetical as Arcadians, besides being as practical as the hardest fisted husbandmen in Massachusetts. We did not, it is true, spend much time in piping to our sheep, or warbling our innocent loves to the sisterhood. But they gave us credit for imbuing the ordinary rustic occupations with a kind of religious poetry, insomuch that our very cow yards and pig sties were as delightfully fragrant as a flower garden. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0610 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Rainbow Trail“Listen to this.... I wish I could help you. Life is a queer deal. ... Shefford, I've got to trust you. Over here in the wild cañon country there's a village of Mormons' sealed wives. It's in Arizona, perhaps twenty miles from here, and near the Utah line. When the United States government began to persecute, or prosecute, the Mormons for polygamy, the Mormons over here in Stonebridge took their sealed wives and moved them out of Utah, just across the line. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0512 minDiana's Short StoriesPaul and His Dog“To obtain a just idea of the dog’s real worth, we must take note of the value which savage races attach to him. In Australia, women have been known to give the breast to puppies. I hasten to add that this has never been seen in France, because the women here are not savages.“Men in general are very fond of hunting; there are some men indeed who cannot exist without it; hunting is the first instinct of the dog. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0410 minDiana's Short StoriesStand Pat“It’s ag’in the law, stranger, f’r any galoot f’m off’n a boat fer to go an’ git hisself killed on the levee in Arkansas City by a packin’-case or any other murderous weepin in the hands o’ roustabouts or anybody else. ’Pears to me you must be a stranger in these parts. Ever been into a town of any size afore?” This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0311 minDiana's Short StoriesMemoir of Old ElizabethI was born in Maryland in the year 1766. My parents were slaves. Both my father and mother were religious people, and belonged to the Methodist Society. It was my father's practice to read in the Bible aloud to his children every sabbath morning. At these seasons, when I was but five years old, I often felt the overshadowing of the Lord's Spirit, without at all understanding what it meant. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-03-0210 minDiana's Short StoriesThe World of ChanceHe liked well enough the notion of keeping the readers of the Echo in mind of him; if he failed to capture New York, Midland would always be a good point to fall back upon. He expected his novel to succeed, and then he should be independent. But till then, the five dollars a week which the Hanks Brothers proposed to pay him for his letters would be very convenient, though the sum was despicable in itself. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2809 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Long White CloudIt would be easy to expand this list into an essay on the vanity of human wishes. It would not be hard to add thereto a formidable catalogue of serious mistakes made both in England and New Zealand by those responsible for the Colony's affairs mistakes, some of which, at least, seem now to argue an almost inconceivable lack of knowledge and foresight. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2812 minDiana's Short StoriesFive Little Peppers“Oh dear!” exclaimed Polly as she sat over in the corner by the window helping her mother pull out basting threads from a coat she had just finished, and giving an impatient twitch to the sleeve, “I do wish we could ever have any light just as much as we want!”“You don't need any light to see these threads,” said Mrs. Pepper, winding up hers carefully, as she spoke, on an old spool. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2712 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Ice QueenThen together they all skated away through the thickening windy twilight, and over the ashy gray plain of ice, towards where Katy's fire glowed like a red spark on the distant shore. It was a weary but not at all disheartened party that lounged in the open door of the tent that night, while a big fire blazed in front, and supper was cooking. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2611 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Confession of a FoolI remembered having read in the Thousand and One Nights that lovers fall ill with unsatisfied longing, and that their cure depends entirely on the possession of the beloved one. Snatches of Swedish folk songs came into my mind, about young maidens who, in despair of ever being united to the object of their affections, waste away, and bid their mothers prepare their deathbeds for them. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2510 minDiana's Short StoriesBeeton‘s Book of NeedleworkTatting differs entirely from crochet, and is composed of stitches forming knots. It is intended as an imitation of point lace, and is especially used for trimming under linen, on account of its strength. To make the stitches or knots a small instrument is used, called a shuttle. This shuttle consists of two oval pieces, flat on one side and convex on the other, and is made of wood or ivory. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2309 minDiana's Short StoriesLittle Lord FauntleroyAfter that, his own papa, if he had lived, would have been an earl, but, since they all had died and only Cedric was left, it appeared that HE was to be an earl after his grandpapa's death and for the present he was Lord Fauntleroy. He turned quite pale when he was first told of it.“Oh! Dearest!” he said, “I should rather not be an earl. None of the boys are earls. Can't I NOT be one?” This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2311 minDiana's Short StoriesAn Australian in ChinaI gave him my card. He looked at it and said, "When I was last in Victoria I used to follow with much interest a curious walk across Australia, from the Gulf of Carpentaria to Melbourne done by a namesake. Any relation?" Here then at the most inland of the customs stations in China, 1500 miles from the sea, I met my fellow countryman who was born near my home and whose father was a well known Mayor of Ballarat City. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2210 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Black PoodleI remember, too, the Sunday afternoon on which I returned their call alone, as my mother had already done so during the week. I was standing on the steps of the Colonel's villa waiting for the door to open when I was startled by a furious snarling and yapping behind, and, looking round, discovered a large poodle in the act of making for my legs. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2010 minDiana's Short StoriesStrange StoriesIt was lovely weather when Harry Vardon went down there; and the Abbey, and the terrace, and the park, and the beautiful valley beyond were looking their very best. Harry fell in love with the view at once, and almost fell in love with the inmates too at the first glance. Lady Surrey, the mother, was sitting on a garden seat in front of the house as the carriage which met him at Colyford station drove up to the door. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-2011 minDiana's Short StoriesSeven Little AustraliansIn England, and America, and Africa, and Asia, the little folks may be paragons of virtue, I know little about them. But in Australia a model child is I say it not without thankfulness an unknown quantity. It may be that the land and the people are young hearted together, and the children's spirits not crushed and saddened by the shadow of long years' sorrowful history. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1910 minDiana's Short StoriesCeres‘ RunawayOn a darker and more vacant field than that of the real skies, the shape of the Lyre or the Bear has an altogether new and noble solitude; and the waters play a painter's part in setting their splendid subject free. Two movements shake but do not scatter the still night: the bright flashing of constellations in the deep Weir pool, and the dark flashes of the vague bats flying. The stars in the stream fluctuate with an alien motion. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1710 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Cat‘s PawPotter had formed a strong attachment for the younger man when spending a winter in San Francisco three years before and Rodgers had been a frequent visitor since his arrival in Washington."I missed you both at Mrs. Parsons' tea, so dropped in for a chat," Rodgers remarked, accepting a cigar from Potter as Nina perched herself on one end of the lounge. "Why weren't you there?" This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1712 minDiana's Short StoriesDown The Ice"Fred Barker, playing his third game at left wing for Kirkwood," said the Daily Eagle, "still left much to be desired. Making allowance for the fact that ice hockey is new to the champion fancy skater, Barker, in the judgment of this sports writer, should be entering more into the spirit of the game and teaming up better with his mates. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1611 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Tale of GenjiHe did not write a proper letter, but scribbled on a piece of folded paper, in the manner of a writing exercise, a poem in which he compared the scarf which she had dropped in her flight to the dainty husk which the cicada sheds on some bank beneath a tree. Genji was very much distressed at the thought of what the other lady’s feelings must be; but after some reflection he decided that it would be better not to send any message. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1509 minDiana's Short StoriesPlain Tales of the NorthWe wished to use her for towing the barges, full of cargo, ashore. The skipper chose an intelligent looking Eskimo from the crowd and, in a couple of hours, had taught him how to run the engine. The Husky had never in his life seen a gasoline launch before but he tackled his new job with high glee and no signs of nervousness whatsoever. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1410 minDiana's Short StoriesHeart of the Sunset"You keep them, I reckon.""Always. That's how I improve the grade. You will see a splendid herd of animals, Mr. Law the best in South Texas. I suppose you're interested in such things.""I'd rather watch a good herd of stock than the best show in New York," he told her. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1312 minDiana's Short StoriesFairy Tales from Brazil"O, wonderful, sweet singing birds, henceforth I command you to sing your sweetest songs at this hour to herald the approach of day." The cock was standing by her side. "You," she said to him, "shall be appointed the watchman of the night. Your voice shall mark the watches of the night and shall warn the others that the madrugada comes." To this very day in Brazil we call the early morning the madrugada. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1211 minDiana's Short StoriesIrish Fairy TalesIt was the only way they could get rid of such a man; but it was not an easy way, for what Fionn’s father did not know in arms could not be taught to him even by Morna. Still, the hound that can wait will catch a hare at last, and even Manana’nn sleeps. Fionn’s mother was beautiful, long haired Muirne: so she is always referred to. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1008 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Shadow of the Tide She felt such an exquisite and fearful pleasure in the gratification of that naughty curiosity! Then, quite unexpectedly oh! what a start it gave her!--the solitary white object burst upon her view, leprous and ghastly as the yawn of a cotton mouth. Tombs ruin soon in Louisiana;--the one Chita looked upon seemed ready to topple down. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-1011 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Kabouters and The BellsNow in Dutch, the name for bell is "klok." So a wise and gray bearded gnome was chosen by the high sounding title of klokken spieler, or bell player, to test the bells for a carillon. They were all hung, for practice, on the big trestles, in a long row. Each one of these frames was called a "hang," for they were just like those on which fishermen's nets were laid to dry and be mended. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0911 minDiana's Short StoriesMother West Wind ”How” Stories"Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather Frog and looked sharply at Peter."Chug-a-rum! People never know what they can do till they try. Once upon a time Billy Mink's great great ever so great grandfather couldn't swim any more than you can, but he didn't waste any time foolishly wishing that he could.""What did he do?" asked Peter eagerly. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0709 minDiana's Short StoriesHidden CountryI recalled Chanler’s bachelor fear that some day a shrewd mama would snare him for her young daughter, and the determination with which he had fled whenever he found himself growing interested in a girl in a way that threatened his bachelor’s liberty.“Arctic Alaska is a long way to run away,” I laughed. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0712 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Wall BetweenThere had, it is true, been a boy; but in his early youth he had shaken the New Hampshire dust from off his feet and gone West, from which Utopia he had for a time sent home to his sister occasional and peculiarly inappropriate gifts of Mexican saddles, sombreros, leggings, and Indian blankets. He had received but scant gratitude, however, for these well intentioned offerings. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0511 minDiana's Short StoriesFamous AffinitiesHe was made commander in chief of the scanty Texan forces. He managed to rally about seven hundred men, and set out against Santa Anna with little in the way of equipment, and with nothing but the flame of frenzy to stimulate his followers. By march and countermarch the hostile forces came face to face near the shore of San Jacinto Bay, not far from the present city of Houston. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0411 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Sidereal Messenger of Galileo GalileiBut that which will excite the greatest astonishment by far, and which indeed especially moved me to call the attention of all astronomers and philosophers, is this, namely, that I have discovered four planets, neither known nor observed by any one of the astronomers before my time, which have their orbits round a certain bright star, one of those previously known, like Venus and Mercury round the Sun. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0409 minDiana's Short StoriesTales of the Irish Peasantry'Why, then, I'm in a fine way,' said I to myself, 'ever to have come along with the likes of you;' and so giving him a hearty curse in Irish, for fear he'd know what I said, I got off his back with a heavy heart, took hold of the reaping hook, and sat down upon the moon, and a mighty cold seat it was, I can tell you that. "When he had me there fairly landed, he turned about on me, and said, 'Good morning to you, Daniel O'Rourke,' said he T...2022-02-0212 minDiana's Short StoriesLord DolphinOh, but he is the trying creature! Forever flying in your face, getting in your way, prying into your affairs, a kind of gossip fish, that I despise. Why I feel so great a dislike for him I cannot say, it must be there is something in my nature that sets me against him, but a flying fish and a Dolphin cannot live along the same wave. There is another page in my history that must be mentioned. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0211 minDiana's Short StoriesNative Life in South AfricaWe may add that nearly all-white lawyers in South Africa, to whom we spoke about this measure, had either not seen the Act at all, or had not read it carefully, so that in both cases they could not tell exactly for whose benefit it had been passed. The study of this law required a much longer time than the lawyers, unless specially briefed, could devote to it, so that they hardly knew what all the trouble was about. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-02-0110 minDiana's Short StoriesSquash TennisBecause the ball is not affected by temperature, many people play Squash Tennis all year round, and not only in the cold, winter months. This game could, therefore, be played widely in the South. As a matter of fact, because of the speed of the ball and, consequently, the less running involved, Squash Tennis would be an excellent game for the more active distaffers. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-3110 minDiana's Short StoriesMarjorie Dean, College Senior“If these four players on the freshman team,” Marjorie continued, “refuse to be amicable on the floor, the sports committee will demand their resignations. We have the authority to do so and shall use it if necessary. It is our aim to have only pleasantness in connection with basket ball. Friendly rivalry between teams and harmony among the members of each team. That is the only basis on which to conduct college sports.” This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-3012 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Lost TrailHence he selected the present hunting grounds of the Sioux, in upper Minnesota. Shortly before he started he was married to Cora Brandon, whose devotion to her great Master and to her husband would have carried her through any earthly tribulations. Although she had not urged the resolution which the young minister had taken, yet she gladly gave up a luxurious home and kind friends to bear him company. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2812 minDiana's Short StoriesA Voyage to the South SeaWhen the fruit is ripe it is yellow and soft, and the taste is sweet and pleasant. The natives of Guam use it for bread. They gather it, when full grown, while it is green and hard; then they bake it in an oven, which scorches the rind and makes it black; but they scrape off the outside black crust, and there remains a tender thin crust; and the inside is soft, tender, and white like the crumb of a penny loaf. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2709 minDiana's Short StoriesBillie Bradley and the School Mystery“You’d be surprised,” Billie retorted gaily. “I hope you have some sort of indelible identification mark on you, Edina Tooker. Otherwise, whenI get through with you, you won’t know yourself!”There was no doubt but that the girl from Oklahoma, Billie’s “rough diamond,” was dazzled by the prospect. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2611 minDiana's Short StoriesDan Carter and the Cub Honor“Yah, yah, yah!” mocked Pat. He gave Red a hard shove, deliberately tearing the basketball from his grasp.“Come on, fellows!” he urged his gang. “Let’s show these babies how to play ball!”He dribbled in beneath the basket. Without appearing to take aim, he carelessly hooked the ball up toward the netting. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2513 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Scalp HuntersGode?""Oui, monsieur; ver like Fontaine qui bouille. Oui.""Drink, man, drink! Don't fear it: it's the pure juice. Smell the flavour; taste the bouquet. What wine the Yankees will one day squeeze out of these New Mexican grapes!" This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2409 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Brimming CupWith a quick involuntary turn she looked at Marsh, fearing his mockery of her, "quoting the Paradiso , about Vermont farmers!" as though he could know, for all those sharp eyes of his, what was going on hidden in her mind!All this came and went in an instant, for she now saw that one big, shining petal was slowly, slowly, but quite visibly uncurling at the tip. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2309 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Poison BeltPossibly some chemical experiment was afoot; possibly Well, it was no business of mine to speculate upon why he wanted it. I must get it. There was nearly an hour before I should catch the train at Victoria. I took a taxi, and having ascertained the address from the telephone book, I made for the Oxygen Tube Supply Company in Oxford Street. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2310 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Grim Smile of The Five TownsNot only was he getting on in business, not only did he give half his evenings to the study of the chemistry of pottery and the other half to various secretaryships in connection with the Wesleyan Methodist Chapel and Sunday school, not only did he save money, not only was he a comfort to his stepmother and a sort of uncle to Sidney, not only was he an early riser, a total abstainer, a non smoker, and a good listener. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2210 minDiana's Short StoriesNightfall I'll guarantee it put a mark on him. It scarred us all. It'll amuse me to dine him and Val together, and make them talk shop, our own old shop, and see what the war's done for each of us: three retired veterans, that's what we shall be, putting our legs under the same mahogany: three old comrades in arms." He gave his strange, jarring laugh. "Wonder which of us is scarred deepest?" This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-2011 minDiana's Short StoriesThree Young Ranchmen"S. M.," said Chet, slowly. "Who can they stand for?""Sam somebody, I suppose," replied Paul. "I reckon there are a good many folks in Idaho with the initials S. M.""That is true, too, but it's not likely many of them are mean enough to turn horse thieves." This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1911 minDiana's Short StoriesPrudence of the ParsonageIn winter its bleakness and bareness add to the chill of the rigorous Iowa temperature, and in summer the sap oozing through the boards is disagreeably suggestive of perspiration. The waiting room itself is "cleaned" every day, and yet the same dust lies in the corners where it has lain for lo, these many years. And as for the cobwebs, their chief distinction lies in their ripe old age. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1812 minDiana's Short StoriesChristmas Eve on LonesomeOnly, in the Kentucky mountains, there were more slaveholders than elsewhere in the mountains in the South. These, naturally, fought for their slaves, and the division thus made the war personal and terrible between the slaveholders who dared to stay at home, and the Union, "Home Guards" who organized to drive them away. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1710 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Master of Appleby"I'd rather hear the muskets speak than you."For reply he took a folded paper from his pocket and spread and held it so that I might read. It was a letter from my Lord Cornwallis, directing Captain Falconnet to send his prisoner, Captain John Ireton, sometime lieutenant in the Royal Scots Blues, under guard to his Lordship's headquarters in South Carolina. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1611 minDiana's Short StoriesA Thousand and One Afternoons in ChicagoBut Fanny has no words. Something heavy in her heart, something vague and heavy in her thought these are all that Fanny has. Let the policewoman's records show. Three years ago Fanny came to Chicago from a place called Plano. Red cheeked and black haired, vivid eyed and like an ear of ripe corn dropped in the middle of State and Madison streets, Fanny came to the city. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1512 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Arctic PrairiesWe put up at the principal hotel; the other lodgers told me it was considered the worst hotel in the world. I thought I knew of two worse, but next morning accepted the prevailing view. Our canoe and provisions arrived, but the great convoy of scows that were to take the annual supplies of trade stuff for the far north was not ready, and we needed the help and guidance of its men, so must needs wait for four days. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1412 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Enchanted Typewriter“Of course not,” retorted Boswell. “You can't kill a shade. Diogenes didn't know he'd been hit, but if that had happened to one of you material golfers there'd have been a sickening end to that tournament.”“There would, indeed,” said I. “There isn't much fun in being hit by a golf ball. I can testify to that because I have had the experience.” This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1312 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Nunda, Eater of PeopleAfter that the cat left the town and took up its abode in a thicket near the road. So if any one passed, going for water, it devoured him. If it saw a cow going to feed, it devoured him. If it saw a goat, it devoured him. Whatever went along that road the cat caught and ate. Then the people went to the sultan in a body, and told him of all the misdeeds of that cat. But he answered as before, ‘The cat is mine and the people are mine.’ This short story is spo...2022-01-1210 minDiana's Short StoriesLegends of the Hog-GodCentaurs, half man and half horse, thronged the dreams of Rome. The Hawaiians knew nothing about any animals save the fish of the seas, the birds of the forests, and the chickens, the dogs and the pigs around their homes. From the devouring shark, the Hawaiian imagination conceived the idea of the shark man who indulged in cannibalistic tendencies. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1111 minDiana's Short StoriesMrs. Fonss“That surely is Tage coming,” said Mrs. Fonss to her daughter when she heard laughter and some Danish exclamations on the other side of the thick hedge of hornbeam.Elinor pulled herself together. Mrs. Fonss and Elinor made room for the two ladies; the men tried for a moment to converse standing, but were lured by the low wall of stone which surrounded the spot. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1011 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Subterranean WorldThe solid earth rind furnishes an inexhaustible supply of marbles, slates, and stones for building or paving; and their extraction occupies a vast number of industrious hands. In a popular work on geology, published some years ago, Mr. Burat informs us that about 70,000 persons were employed in the 18,000 more or less important quarries at that time worked in France. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-1011 minDiana's Short StoriesBikey the SkicycleWhat do you say?""I'll do it," cried Jimmieboy with enthusiasm. "I'd love more than anything else to go biking through the clouds, for to tell the truth clouds look a great deal softer than grocery carts and lawn mowers, and I wouldn't mind running into one of them so much. Skybicycling"--- This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-0811 minDiana's Short StoriesHow I Dug For a Badger“Foxes, yes, but no badgers that I have ever heard of.”“There are rabbits, though,” I said. “Some day I shall catch me a rabbit.”“I hope not, my dear. Rabbits are harmless and they can’t fight underground. We have no quarrel with rabbits, we dachshunds.”“Then,” I said, “I’ll have to find a fox.” This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-0708 minDiana's Short StoriesFurther Foolishness"And Karl?" I asked."Karl was a topographist in the service of his High Serenity the King Regnant of Bavaria"--here my friend saluted himself with both hands and blinked his eyes four times "He made maps of all the breweries of Canada. We know now to a bottle how many German soldiers could be used in invading Canada without danger of death from drought." This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-0612 minDiana's Short StoriesThe Prophet of the Great Smoky MountainsHe laughed a caustic, jeering laugh. 'Satan's mighty active, considerin' his age, but I'd be willin' ter pit the State o' Tennessee agin him when it kem ter huntin' of folks like a pa'tridge.' The sunshine in the girl's eyes was clouded. They had filled with tears. Still leaning on the plough handles, she looked at him, with suddenly crimson cheeks and quivering lips. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-0511 minDiana's Short StoriesA Lad of MettleYoung Edgar Foster soon became popular. For one thing, his father was a well known man, who had worthily upheld the honour of Redbank in the cricket field, and had captained the All England eleven. This was quite sufficient to give Edgar a standing in the school. Bullies exist in almost every walk of life, and a few of this undesirable species were to be found at Redbank. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-0511 minDiana's Short StoriesRiders of the Purple Sage“That was fourteen years ago. I saw the incomin' of most of the Mormons. It was a wild country an' a wild time. I rode from town to town, village to village, ranch to ranch, camp to camp. I never stayed long in one place. I never had but one idea. I never rested. Four years went by, an' I knowed every trail in northern Utah." This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-0310 minDiana's Short StoriesCosmosIt has not unfrequently happened, that the researches made at remote distances have often thrown light upon subjects which had long resisted the attempts made to explain them within the narrow limits of our own sphere of observation. The geography of beings endowed with life attains completeness, reflected as it were, in analogous animal and vegetable forms in the opposite hemisphere. This short story is sponsored by our friends at 5amily.com2022-01-0210 min
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Poetry SnacktimeThe Moonlight Hit Our CheeksI am sitting here by the campfire. The moon's gentle light bathes my friends and me in its ethereal glow. The fire crackles and pops. The crystal clear sky reveals a sea of shooting stars and the Milky Way. We all gaze up at the sky.
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