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		<title>THE OBLONG BOX</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Jul 2009 07:26:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) The following short story is reprinted from The Prose Tales of Edgar Allan Poe: Second Series. Edgar Allan Poe. New York: A.C. Armstrong &#38; Son, 1889. Some years ago, I engaged passage from Charleston, S. C, to the city of New York, in the fine packet-ship &#8220;Independence,&#8221; Captain Hardy. We [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE NEW ENGLANDER</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 11:03:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Sherwood Anderson (1876-1941) The following story is reprinted from The Triumph of the Egg. Sherwood Anderson. New York: Huebsch, 1921. Her name was Elsie Leander and her girlhood was spent on her father&#8217;s farm in Vermont. For several generations the Leanders had all lived on the same farm and had all married thin women, [...]]]></description>
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		<title>NEMESIS AND THE CANDY MAN</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 20:54:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: O. Henry (1862-1910) The following story is reprinted from The Voice of the City. O. Henry. New York: Doubleday, 1919. &#8220;We sail at eight in the morning on the Celtic,&#8221; said Honoria, plucking a loose thread from her lace sleeve. &#8220;I heard so,&#8221; said young Ives, dropping his hat, and muffing it as he [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE MIDDLE TOE OF THE RIGHT FOOT</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 16:52:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914) The following story is reprinted from Famous Modern Ghost Stories. Ed. Dorothy Scarborough. New York: G.P. Putnam&#8217;s Sons, 1921. I It is well known that the old Manton house is haunted. In all the rural district near about, and even in the town of Marshall, a mile away, not one person [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE MATCH</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 21:01:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: James Oliver Curwood (1879-1927) The following story is reprinted from Back to God&#8217;s Country and Other Stories. James Oliver Curwood. New York: Grosset &#038; Dunlap, 1920. Sergeant Brokaw was hatchet-faced, with shifting pale blue eyes that had a glint of cruelty in them. He was tall, and thin, and lithe as a cat. He [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE MASQUE OF THE RED DEATH</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:39:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849) The following short story is reprinted from Graham&#8217;s Magazine, May 1842. The &#8220;Red Death&#8221; had long devastated the country. No pestilence had ever been so fatal, or so hideous. Blood was its Avatar and its seal&#8211;the redness and the horror of blood. There were sharp pains, and sudden dizziness, and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE MAN WITH THE GASH</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:24:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Jack London (1876-1916) The following story is reprinted from The God of His Fathers &#038; Other Stories. Jack London. New York: McClure, Phillips &#038; Company, 1901. Jacob Kent had suffered from cupidity all the days of his life. This, in turn, had engendered a chronic distrustfulness, and his mind and character had become so [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE LUCK OF ROARING CAMP</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:21:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Bret Harte (1836-1902) The following story is reprinted from The Luck of Roaring Camp and Other Tales. Bret Harte. Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1920. There was commotion in Roaring Camp. It could not have been a fight, for in 1850 that was not novel enough to have called together the entire settlement. The ditches and [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE LONE CHARGE OF WILLIAM B. PERKINS</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 20:11:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Stephen Crane (1871-1900) The following story is reprinted from Wounds in the Rain. Stephen Crane. New York: Frederick A. Stokes Co., 1900. He could not distinguish between a five-inch quick-firing gun and a nickle-plated ice-pick, and so, naturally, he had been elected to fill the position of war-correspondent. The responsible party was the editor [...]]]></description>
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		<title>THE LIGHTNING-ROD MAN</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 19:31:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[by: Herman Melville (1819-1891) The following story is reprinted from The Piazza Tales. Herman Melville. New York: Dix &#038; Edwards, 1856. What grand irregular thunder, thought I, standing on my hearth-stone among the Acroceraunian hills, as the scattered bolts boomed overhead, and crashed down among the valleys, every bolt followed by zigzag irradiations, and swift [...]]]></description>
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