Scrooge was undoubtedly getting on in life, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Ten years had gone by since the spi...

A couple of summers ago I was staying with old friends in my native county, on the Welsh border. It was in the heat and drought of a hot...

The smoke of the tinkers' camp rose a thin pale-blue from the heart of the wood. Mary had left her mother at work on "things,...

There was some sort of confused complaint during last August of the ill behaviour of the children at certain Welsh watering-places. S...

Arthur Machen by John Flanagan The newspaper reporter, from the nature of the case, has generally to deal with the commonplaces of li...

One evening in autumn, when the deformities of London were veiled in faint blue mist, and its vistas and far-reaching streets seemed ...

PROLOGUE "SORCERY and sanctity," said Ambrose, "these are the only realities. Each is an ecstasy, a withdrawal from ...

I THE EXPERIMENT "I am glad you came, Clarke; very glad indeed. I was not sure you could spare the time." "...

My name is Leicester; my father, Major-General Wyn Leicester, a distinguished officer of artillery, succumbed five years ago to a comp...