SITTING on the platform of the Klineville church on Easter morning, the choir and organist beside her, and all Klineville before her, the great soprano of St. Mark’s said the same words over and over to herself: "I am a little girl. I wear a red gingham dress and red mittens.By ELSIE SINGMASTER12 min
"DID you ever know any girl who really did propose during a leap Year?” Miss Anstell’s question provoked many replies from the small crowd of salesgirls around her. Some had heard of oases, others guessed it had happened, but not one knew for certain.By P. W. LUCE11 min
THERE were only three of us in the club at the time, bachelors all, and we sat around the blazing fire in the cozy little smoke room, making the best of things as we found them, hoping that soon some decent fellow would drop in to make a fourth for a rubber of “auction bridge.”By W. HASTINGS WEBLING11 min
IT was a mild evening in May. The air full of the gladsome exhilaration of spring, was an added source of uplift to Van Bibber’s already bouyant soul. He paused on the doorstep, letting the door close on him with a smart snap, unsteadily drew on his gloves, and eyed the quiet block with a slightly idotic smile.By ED.CAHN11 min
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