A long time ago, there was a town called Hamelin. The people of Hamelin had a massive problem of rat infestation. They tried everything to get rid of the rats, but nothing seemed to work. There were rats of every shap…
“Bless the happy art!” ejaculated Mrs. Morton, wiping the moisture from her eyes. “Could anything be more perfect than that likeness of his sweet, innocent face? Dear little Willie! I fear I love him too much.” “It is…
I had been dining with Erskine in his pretty little house in Birdcage Walk, and we were sitting in the library over our coffee and cigarettes, when the question of literary forgeries happened to turn up in conversatio…
The Postmaster by Rabindranath Tagore The postmaster first took up his duties in the village of Ulapur. Though the village was a small one, there was an indigo factory near by, and the proprietor, an Englishman, had m…
Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen! In order merely to keep food on the table for his big family, the father, a goldsmith by profession, wo…
There had to be a king and queen, of course. The king was a terrible old man who wore six-shooters and spurs, and shouted in such a tremendous voice that the rattlers on the prairie would run into their holes under th…