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		<title>Jack-a-Boy</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:34:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am quite unable to say just why we were all so fond of him, or how he came to mean so much in our lives. He was just a little boy of six, a trifle girlish in his ways, and, as a rule, I do not like effeminate boys. Moreover, he was precocious, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Lou, the Prophet</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It had been a very trying summer to every one, and most of all to Lou. He had been in the West for seven years, but he had never quite gotten over his homesickness for Denmark. Among the northern people who emigrate to the great west, only the children and the old people ever long [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Neighbour Rosicky</title>
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When Doctor Burleigh told neighbour Rosicky he had a bad heart, Rosicky protested.
&#8220;So? No, I guess my heart was always pretty good. I got a little asthma, maybe. Just a awful short breath when I was pitchin&#8217; hay last summer, dat&#8217;s all.&#8221;
&#8220;Well, now, Rosicky, if you know more about it than I do, what did [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the Divide</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:21:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Near Rattlesnake Creek, on the side of a little draw, stood Canute&#8217;s shanty. North, east, south, stretched the level Nebraska plain of long rust-red grass that undulated constantly in the wind. To the west the ground was broken and rough, and a narrow strip of timber wound along the turbid, muddy little stream that had [...]]]></description>
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		<title>On the Gulls&#8217; Road</title>
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It often happens that one or another of my friends stops before a red chalk drawing in my study and asks me where I ever found so lovely a creature. I have never told the story of that picture to any one, and the beautiful woman on the wall, until yesterday, in all these twenty [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Paul&#8217;s Case</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[It was Paul&#8217;s afternoon to appear before the faculty of the Pittsburgh High School to account for his various misdemeanours. He had been suspended a week ago, and his father had called at the Principal&#8217;s office and confessed his perplexity about his son. Paul entered the faculty room suave and smiling. His clothes were a [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Affair at Grover Station</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:34:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I heard this story sitting on the rear platform of an accommodation freight that crawled along through the brown, sun-dried wilderness between Grover Station and Cheyenne. The narrator was &#34;Terrapin&#34; Rodgers, who had been a classmate of mine at Princeton, and who was then cashier in the B&#8212;&#8212; railroad office at Cheyenne. Rodgers was an [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Bohemian Girl</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 17:54:00 +0000</pubDate>
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The transcontinental express swung along the windings of the Sand River Valley, and in the rear seat of the observation car a young man sat greatly at his ease, not in the least discomfited by the fierce sunlight which beat in upon his brown face and neck and strong back. There was a look of [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Burgler&#8217;s Christmas</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 17:52:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Two very shabby looking young men stood at the corner of Prairie Avenue and Eightieth Street, looking despondently at the carriages that whirled by. It was Christmas Eve, and the streets were full of vehicles; florists&#8217; wagons, grocers&#8217; carts and carriages. The streets were in that half-liquid, half-congealed condition peculiar to the streets of Chicago [...]]]></description>
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		<title>The Enchanted Bluff</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 26 Feb 2010 18:59:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[We had our swim before sundown, and while we were cooking our supper the oblique rays of light made a dazzling glare on the white sand about us. The translucent red ball itself sank behind the brown stretches of corn field as we sat down to eat, and the warm layer of air that had [...]]]></description>
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