{"id":7437,"date":"2014-10-18T21:44:39","date_gmt":"2014-10-18T21:44:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/?p=7437"},"modified":"2026-04-12T19:46:12","modified_gmt":"2026-04-12T19:46:12","slug":"o-henry-william-sydney-porter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/?p=7437","title":{"rendered":"Humorous Realism . . ."},"content":{"rendered":"<h4 style=\"text-align: right;\">O Henry +\u00a0<strong>Ambrose\u00a0<\/strong>Bierce + Mark Twain<\/h4>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: right;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/americanliterature.com\/author\/o-henry\/bio-books-stories\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright wp-image-40204 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/O-Henry.jpg\" alt=\"O Henry\" width=\"214\" height=\"236\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/O-Henry.jpg 214w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/O-Henry-136x150.jpg 136w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 214px) 100vw, 214px\" \/><\/span><\/a><\/h4>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">\u00a4 \u00a0O Henry \u00a0 [1862 &#8211; 1910]<\/span><\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\"><strong>William Sydney Porter<\/strong>, a.k.a.\u00a0O. Henry, wrote mostly about ordinary people going about the daily adventure of living. Not infrequently, his stories involve coincidences or unexpected twists that result in surprise endings like that in <strong><em>\u201cThe Gift of the Magi.\u201d<\/em><\/strong> <\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #333300;\">Before becoming a full-time writer, he worked in a drugstore, on ranch, in a bank, and on newspaper staff.\u00a0However, a past misdeed, embezzlement of bank funds, caught up with him. To escape punishment, he fled to Honduras. When his wife, Athol Estes Porter, became terminally ill, he returned to the U.S. to be with her. After her death, he spent more than three years in prison in Columbus, Ohio. There, he cultivated his writing skills. After his release from prison, he became a professional writer, settled in New York City, and became famous as under his pseudonym, <strong>O. Henry.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u25ca\u2192\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.online-literature.com\/o_henry\/1009\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Confessions of a Humorist\u00a0<\/a>\u2193 [\u00abWaifs and Strays\u00bb]<\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/bQOBttE37CA\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/webhome.auburn.edu\/~vestmon\/Gift_of_the_Magi.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-40202\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Gift_M.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"113\" height=\"170\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=0_HiUeBNdL0\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-40203\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Listen.jpg\" alt=\"Listen\" width=\"116\" height=\"152\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Listen.jpg 116w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Listen-114x150.jpg 114w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 116px) 100vw, 116px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">\u00a4\u00a0\u201c<strong>The Gift of the Magi<\/strong>\u201d<\/span><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\">A short story, one of several hundred written by <strong>O. Henry<\/strong> between 1903 and 1910. <span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica;\">The action takes place in New York City in a very modest apartment and in a hair shop down\u00a0the street.\u00a0<\/span><strong><span style=\"font-family: Arial, Helvetica;\"><span style=\"font-size: xx-small;\">\u00a0 \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #800080;\"><strong>\u00a0 \u21d0 Click to listen&#8230; \u00a0 \u00a0 \/ \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0&#8230; Read<\/strong>\u00a0\u21d2<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #ffffff;\">&#8230;&#8230;<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">\u00a0<\/span>\u00a0[\u00b7\u00b7\u00b7<strong>\u00a0<\/strong>selected by G Durrell for his 1990 anthology\u00a0\u21d3<strong>\u00a0<strong>\u00ab<a href=\"http:\/\/www.abebooks.com\/servlet\/BookDetailsPL?bi=7655154728&amp;searchurl=an%3Dcooper%2Bjames%2Bw%2Beditor\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Best Dog Stories<\/span><\/a>\u00ab<\/strong><\/strong>] <strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/etc.usf.edu\/lit2go\/131\/the-four-million\/2403\/memoirs-of-a-yellow-dog-the-four-million\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright  wp-image-22205\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dog.jpeg\" alt=\"dog\" width=\"187\" height=\"307\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dog.jpeg 458w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dog-183x300.jpeg 183w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dog-91x150.jpeg 91w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dog-400x655.jpeg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 187px) 100vw, 187px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>\u00a0 \u00a4 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=4i63Ge1cuNo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">&#8216;<\/a><\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=4i63Ge1cuNo\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Memoirs of a Yellow Dog&#8217; <\/a>\u00a0 [read &amp; listen]\u2192<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><strong>I don&#8217;t<\/strong> suppose it will knock any of you people off your perch to read a contribution from an animal. Mr. Kipling and a good many others have demonstrated the fact that animals can express themselves in remunerative English, and no magazine goes to press nowadays without an animal story in it, except the old\u2013style monthlies that are still running pictures of Bryan and the Mont P\u00e9lee horror.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">But you needn&#8217;t look for any stuck\u2013up literature in my piece, such as Bearoo, the bear, and Snakoo, the snake, and Tammanoo, the tiger, talk in the jungle books. A yellow dog that&#8217;s spent most of his life in a cheap New York flat, sleeping in a corner on an old sateen underskirt (the one she spilled port wine on at the Lady Longshoremen&#8217;s banquet), mustn&#8217;t be expected to perform any tricks with the art of speech.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">I was born a yellow pup; date, locality, pedigree and weight unknown. The first thing I can recollect, an old woman had me in a basket at Broadway and Twenty\u2013third trying to sell me to a fat lady. Old Mother Hubbard was boosting me to beat the band as a genuine Pomeranian\u2013Hambletonian\u2013Red\u2013Irish\u2013Cochin\u2013China\u2013Stoke\u2013Pogis fox terrier. The fat lady chased a V around among the samples of gros grain flannelette in her shopping bag till she cornered it, and gave up. From that moment I was a pet\u2014a mamma&#8217;s own wootsey squidlums. Say, gentle reader, did you ever have a 200\u2013pound woman breathing a flavour of Camembert cheese and Peau d&#8217;Espagne pick you up and wallop her nose all over you, remarking all the time in an Emma Eames tone of voice: <em>\u00abOh, oo&#8217;s um oodlum, doodlum, woodlum, toodlum, bitsy\u2013witsy skoodlums?\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">From a pedigreed yellow pup I grew up to be an anonymous yellow cur looking like a cross between an Angora cat and a box of lemons. But my mistress never tumbled. She thought that the two primeval pups that Noah chased into the ark were but a collateral branch of my ancestors. It took two policemen to keep her from entering me at the Madison Square Garden for the Siberian bloodhound prize.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">I&#8217;ll tell you about that flat. The house was the ordinary thing in New York, paved with Parian marble in the entrance hall and cobblestones above the first floor. Our fiat was three\u2014well, not flights\u2014climbs up. My mistress rented it unfurnished, and put in the regular things\u20141903 antique unholstered parlour set, oil chromo of geishas in a Harlem tea house, rubber plant and husband.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">By Sirius! there was a biped I felt sorry for. He was a little man with sandy hair and whiskers a good deal like mine. Henpecked?\u2014well, toucans and flamingoes and pelicans all had their bills in him. He wiped the dishes and listened to my mistress tell about the cheap, ragged things the lady with the squirrel\u2013skin coat on the second floor hung out on her line to dry. And every evening while she was getting supper she made him take me out on the end of a string for a walk.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">If men knew how women pass the time when they are alone they&#8217;d never marry. Laura Lean Jibbey, peanut brittle, a little almond cream on the neck muscles, dishes unwashed, half an hour&#8217;s talk with the iceman, reading a package of old letters, a couple of pickles and two bottles of malt extract, one hour peeking through a hole in the window shade into the flat across the air\u2013shaft\u2014that&#8217;s about all there is to it. Twenty minutes before time for him to come home from work she straightens up the house, fixes her rat so it won&#8217;t show, and gets out a lot of sewing for a ten\u2013minute bluff.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">I led a dog&#8217;s life in that flat. &#8216;Most all day I lay there in my corner watching that fat woman kill time. I slept sometimes and had pipe dreams about being out chasing cats into basements and growling at old ladies with black mittens, as a dog was intended to do. Then she would pounce upon me with a lot of that drivelling poodle palaver and kiss me on the nose\u2014but what could I do? A dog can&#8217;t chew cloves.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">I began to feel sorry for Hubby, dog my cats if I didn&#8217;t. We looked so much alike that people noticed it when we went out; so we shook the streets that Morgan&#8217;s cab drives down, and took to climbing the piles of last December&#8217;s snow on the streets where cheap people live.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">One evening when we were thus promenading, and I was trying to look like a prize St. Bernard, and the old man was trying to look like he wouldn&#8217;t have murdered the first organ\u2013grinder he heard play Mendelssohn&#8217;s wedding\u2013march, I looked up at him and said, in my way:<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWhat are you looking so sour about, you oakum trimmed lobster? She don&#8217;t kiss you. You don&#8217;t have to sit on her lap and listen to talk that would make the book of a musical comedy sound like the maxims of Epictetus. You ought to be thankful you&#8217;re not a dog. Brace up, Benedick, and bid the blues begone.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The matrimonial mishap looked down at me with almost canine intelligence in his face.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWhy, doggie,\u00bb<\/em> says he, <em>\u00abgood doggie. You almost look like you could speak. What is it, doggie\u2014Cats?\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Cats! Could speak!<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">But, of course, he couldn&#8217;t understand. Humans were denied the speech of animals. The only common ground of communication upon which dogs and men can get together is in fiction.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">In the flat across the hall from us lived a lady with a black\u2013and\u2013tan terrier. Her husband strung it and took it out every evening, but he always came home cheerful and whistling. One day I touched noses with the black\u2013and\u2013tan in the hall, and I struck him for an elucidation.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abSee, here, Wiggle\u2013and\u2013Skip,\u00bb<\/em> I says, <em>\u00abyou know that it ain&#8217;t the nature of a real man to play dry nurse to a dog in public. I never saw one leashed to a bow\u2013wow yet that didn&#8217;t look like he&#8217;d like to lick every other man that looked at him. But your boss comes in every day as perky and set up as an amateur prestidigitator doing the egg trick. How does he do it? Don&#8217;t tell me he likes it.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abHim?\u00bb<\/em> says the black\u2013and\u2013tan.<em> \u00abWhy, he uses Nature&#8217;s Own Remedy. He gets spifflicated. At first when we go out he&#8217;s as shy as the man on the steamer who would rather play pedro when they make &#8216;em all jackpots. By the time we&#8217;ve been in eight saloons he don&#8217;t care whether the thing on the end of his line is a dog or a catfish. I&#8217;ve lost two inches of my tail trying to sidestep those swinging doors.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">The pointer I got from that terrier\u2014vaudeville please copy\u2014set me to thinking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">One evening about 6 o&#8217;clock my mistress ordered him to get busy and do the ozone act for Lovey. I have concealed it until now, but that is what she called me. The black\u2013and\u2013tan was called<em> \u00abTweetness.\u00bb<\/em> I consider that I have the bulge on him as far as you could chase a rabbit. Still <em>\u00abLovey\u00bb<\/em> is something of a nomenclatural tin can on the tail of one&#8217;s self respect.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">At a quiet place on a safe street I tightened the line of my custodian in front of an attractive, refined saloon. I made a dead\u2013ahead scramble for the doors, whining like a dog in the press despatches that lets the family know that little Alice is bogged while gathering lilies in the brook.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abWhy, darn my eyes,\u00bb<\/em> says the old man, with a grin;<em> \u00abdarn my eyes if the saffron\u2013coloured son of a seltzer lemonade ain&#8217;t asking me in to take a drink. Lemme see\u2014how long&#8217;s it been since I saved shoe leather by keeping one foot on the foot\u2013rest? I believe I&#8217;ll\u2014\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">I knew I had him. Hot Scotches he took, sitting at a table. For an hour he kept the Campbells coming. I sat by his side rapping for the waiter with my tail, and eating free lunch such as mamma in her flat never equalled with her homemade truck bought at a delicatessen store eight minutes before papa comes home.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">When the products of Scotland were all exhausted except the rye bread the old man unwound me from the table leg and played me outside like a fisherman plays a salmon. Out there he took off my collar and threw it into the street.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abPoor doggie,\u00bb<\/em> says he; <em>\u00abgood doggie. She shan&#8217;t kiss you any more. &#8216;S a darned shame. Good doggie, go away and get run over by a street car and be happy.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">I refused to leave. I leaped and frisked around the old man&#8217;s legs happy as a pug on a rug.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abYou old flea\u2013headed woodchuck\u2013chaser,\u00bb<\/em> I said to him\u2014<em>\u00abyou moon\u2013baying, rabbit\u2013pointing, egg\u2013stealing old beagle, can&#8217;t you see that I don&#8217;t want to leave you? Can&#8217;t you see that we&#8217;re both Pups in the Wood and the missis is the cruel uncle after you with the dish towel and me with the flea liniment and a pink bow to tie on my tail. Why not cut that all out and be pards forever more?\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">Maybe you&#8217;ll say he didn&#8217;t understand\u2014maybe he didn&#8217;t. But he kind of got a grip on the Hot Scotches, and stood still for a minute, thinking.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abDoggie,\u00bb<\/em> says he, finally, <em>\u00abwe don&#8217;t live more than a dozen lives on this earth, and very few of us live to be more than 300. If I ever see that flat any more I&#8217;m a flat, and if you do you&#8217;re flatter; and that&#8217;s no flattery. I&#8217;m offering 60 to 1 that Westward Ho wins out by the length of a dachshund.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">There was no string, but I frolicked along with my master to the Twenty\u2013third street ferry. And the cats on the route saw reason to give thanks that prehensile claws had been given them.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">On the Jersey side my master said to a stranger who stood eating a currant bun:<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abMe and my doggie, we are bound for the Rocky Mountains.\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\">But what pleased me most was when my old man pulled both of my ears until I howled, and said:<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abYou common, monkey\u2013headed, rat\u2013tailed, sulphur\u2013coloured son of a door mat, do you know what I&#8217;m going to call you?\u00bb<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"> I thought of <em>\u00abLovey,\u00bb<\/em> and I whined dolefully.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #003300;\"><em>\u00abI&#8217;m going to call you &#8216;Pete,'\u00bb<\/em> says my master; and if I&#8217;d had five tails I couldn&#8217;t have done enough wagging to do justice to the occasion.<\/span><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u21d2\u00a0[<a href=\"http:\/\/www.online-literature.com\/donne\/1303\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Read<\/a>]\u00a0\u21d0<\/strong>\u00a0<span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u00ab<strong>The last Leaf\u00bb<\/strong>\u00a0<\/span>\u21d2\u00a0[<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=d9_OVukZTx8\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Listen] <\/a>\u21d0<\/h6>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #008000;\">\u2666 \u00a0\u00a0<strong>Ambrose Bierce\u00a0<\/strong>\u00a0[1842 &#8211; 1914]<\/span><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/web.seducoahuila.gob.mx\/biblioweb\/upload\/the%20parenticide%20club.pdf\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright\" title=\"AB_PC\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/AB_PC.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"130\" height=\"165\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Cynical in outlook, economical in style,\u00a0<strong style=\"text-align: justify;\">Ambrose Bierce<\/strong>\u00a0is best known as journalist, satirist and short story writer.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>\u00a4\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong>[click to listen]\u21d2<a href=\"https:\/\/librivox.org\/the-parenticide-club-by-ambrose-bierce\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-8999\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/AB_PC.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"141\" height=\"177\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/AB_PC.gif 141w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/AB_PC-119x150.gif 119w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 141px) 100vw, 141px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Four grotesque short stories about murder within the family, seen through the gently innocent eyes of family members \u2026 usually the murderer himself.<\/p>\n<table id=\"ctl00_contents_DlBookIndex\" border=\"0\" cellspacing=\"0\">\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<div><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/images\/books_arrow.gif\" alt=\"\" \/><\/div>\n<div><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/chapters\/Ambrose-Bierce\/The-Parenticide-Club\/002\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">MY FAVORITE MURDER<\/a><\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<td>\n<div><strong><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/images\/books_arrow.gif\" alt=\"\" \/><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/chapters\/Ambrose-Bierce\/The-Parenticide-Club\/004\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">AN IMPERFECT CONFLAGRATION<\/a><\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<div><strong><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/images\/books_arrow.gif\" alt=\"\" \/><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/chapters\/Ambrose-Bierce\/The-Parenticide-Club\/003\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">OIL OF DOG<\/a><\/strong><\/div>\n<div>\u00a0<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<td>\n<div><strong><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/images\/books_arrow.gif\" alt=\"\" \/><\/strong><\/div>\n<div><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.readcentral.com\/chapters\/Ambrose-Bierce\/The-Parenticide-Club\/005\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">THE HYPNOTIST<\/a><\/strong><\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: center;\">\u21d3\u00a0\u00a0 <span style=\"font-weight: bold; color: #000000;\"><a href=\"https:\/\/americanliterature.com\/author\/ambrose-bierce\/short-story\/an-occurrence-at-owl-creek-bridge\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener\">An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge<\/a>\u00a0 \u21d0<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=L8fTIm1hZcg\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-53137\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/A_B_An-occurrence....jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"169\" height=\"267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/A_B_An-occurrence....jpg 229w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/A_B_An-occurrence...-190x300.jpg 190w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/A_B_An-occurrence...-95x150.jpg 95w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 169px) 100vw, 169px\" \/><\/a><\/h5>\n<h4 style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong><a href=\"https:\/\/www.classicly.com\/can-such-things-be\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft  wp-image-11093\" src=\"http:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/A_B.gif\" alt=\"\" width=\"134\" height=\"118\" \/><\/a>\u00a4\u00a0\u00a0Can Such Things Be? \u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><a href=\"https:\/\/librivox.org\/can-such-things-be-by-ambrose-bierce\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-40203\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Listen.jpg\" alt=\"Listen\" width=\"116\" height=\"152\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Listen.jpg 116w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/Listen-114x150.jpg 114w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 116px) 100vw, 116px\" \/><\/a><\/h4>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">24 short stories in fairly typical Bierce fashion: ghostly, spooky&#8230; \u00a0Stories of ghosts, apparitions, and strange, inexplicable occurrences are prevalent in these tales, some of which occur on or near Civil War fields of battle, some in country cottages, and some within urban areas \u00a0\u21d2<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left;\">\u2190Download<strong>\u00a0 pdf<\/strong><\/p>\n<div>\n<p><strong>\u2022\u00a0\u00a0READ . . . \u00a0 \u2193 \u00a0. . . Table of Contents<\/strong><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<ol>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter1.html#chapter1\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Death of Halpin Frayser<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter2.html#chapter2\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Secret of Macarger\u2019s Gulch<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter3.html#chapter3\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">One Summer Night<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter4.html#chapter4\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Moonlit Road<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter5.html#chapter5\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">A Diagnosis of Death<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter6.html#chapter6\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Moxon\u2019s Master<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter7.html#chapter7\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">A Tough Tussle<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter8.html#chapter8\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">One of Twins<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter9.html#chapter9\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Haunted Valley<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter10.html#chapter10\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">A Jug of Sirup<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter11.html#chapter11\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Staley Fleming\u2019s Hallucination<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter12.html#chapter12\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">A Resumed Identity<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter13.html#chapter13\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">A Baby Tramp<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter14.html#chapter14\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Night-Doings at \u201cDeadman\u2019s\u201d<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter15.html#chapter15\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Beyond the Wall<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter16.html#chapter16\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">A Psychological Shipwreck<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter17.html#chapter17\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Middle Toe of the Right Foot<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter18.html#chapter18\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">John Mortonson\u2019s Funeral<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter19.html#chapter19\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Realm of the Unreal<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter20.html#chapter20\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">John Bartine\u2019s Watch<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter21.html#chapter21\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Damned Thing<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter22.html#chapter22\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Haita the Shepherd<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter23.html#chapter23\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">An Inhabitant of Carcosa<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<li style=\"text-align: left;\"><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/ebooks.adelaide.edu.au\/b\/bierce\/ambrose\/can-such-things-be\/chapter24.html#chapter24\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Stranger<\/a><\/strong><\/li>\n<\/ol>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/HoQ_2-aKIZo\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h3 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span style=\"color: #ff0000;\">\u00a4 \u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=NuvUwYTQr-w\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">Mark Twain<\/a>\u00a0\u2190 [1835 &#8211; 1910]<\/span><\/h3>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Po1U0gaF-KQ\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h4><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-53557\" src=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TT.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"182\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TT.jpg 400w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TT-300x137.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TT-150x68.jpg 150w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/h4>\n<h4>\u25ca \u00a0A Dog&#8217;s Tale \u00a0\u21d3<\/h4>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.gutenberg.org\/files\/3174\/3174-h\/3174-h.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-40218\" src=\"http:\/\/www.eoisabi.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dogstale.jpg\" alt=\"dogstale\" width=\"180\" height=\"240\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dogstale.jpg 180w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/09\/dogstale-112x150.jpg 112w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 180px) 100vw, 180px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span style=\"color: #222222;\">_ My father was a St. Bernard, my mother was a collie, but I am a Presbyterian. This is what my mother told me, I do not know these nice distinctions myself. To me they are only fine large words meaning nothing. My mother had a fondness for such; she liked to say them, and see other dogs look surprised and envious, as wondering how she got so much education. But, indeed, it was not real education; it was only show: she got the words by listening in the dining-room and drawing-room when there was company, and by going with the children to Sunday-school and listening there; and whenever she heard a large word she said it over to herself many times, and so was able to keep it until there was a dogmatic gathering in the neighborhood, then she would get it off, and surprise and distress them all, from pocket-pup to mastiff, which rewarded her for all her trouble. If there was a stranger he was nearly sure to be suspicious, and when he got his breath again he would ask her what it meant. And she always told him . . .\u00a0\u21d2<\/span><\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/VTtKlOAf5SQ\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><strong>\u2207\u00a0 The Belated Russian Passport\u00a0 \u21d3<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">When Alfred Parrish meets the charismatic Major in Berlin, he finds himself whisked off on an adventure in St. Petersburg. Unfortunately for him, the Major arranged for his passport to remain with the Russian Embassy in Berlin and be sent on by post. Even more unfortunately, the penalty for travelling in Russia without a passport has recently been increased to ten years hard labour in Siberia.<\/p>\n<h5><a href=\"http:\/\/esl-bits.net\/ESL.English.Listening.Short.Stories\/Russian.Passport\/01\/default.html\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter  wp-image-53558\" src=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TheBelatedRussianPassport.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"404\" height=\"404\" srcset=\"https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TheBelatedRussianPassport.jpg 500w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TheBelatedRussianPassport-300x300.jpg 300w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TheBelatedRussianPassport-150x150.jpg 150w, https:\/\/englishroam.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/10\/TheBelatedRussianPassport-400x400.jpg 400w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 404px) 100vw, 404px\" \/><\/a><\/h5>\n<h5 style=\"text-align: right;\">\u21d3 \u00bb\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.readbookonline.net\/readOnLine\/1288\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Cannibalism in the Cars<\/a>\u00ab\u21d0<\/h5>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">I visited St. Louis lately, and on my way West, after changing cars at Terre Haute, Indiana, a mild, benevolent-looking gentleman of about forty-five, or maybe fifty, came in at one of the way-stations and sat down beside me&#8230;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/XoLbGZJoZvM\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: center;\"><span class=\"watch-title  yt-uix-expander-head\" dir=\"ltr\" style=\"font-weight: bold; color: #222222;\" title=\"The Story of the Good Little Boy\">\u25ca\u2192 \u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/www.readbookonline.net\/readOnLine\/1561\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">The Story of the Bad Little Boy <\/a>\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: bold; color: #222222;\">\u21d3 \u00a0<\/span><\/h6>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" src=\"\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/FVjXyHxTOKs\" width=\"420\" height=\"315\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>O Henry + Ambrose Bierce + Mark Twain \u00a4 O Henry [1862 &#8211; 1910] <\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">William Sydney Porter, a.k.a. 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