all over
ALL OVER
by: Guy de Maupassant (1850-1893)
The following story is reprinted from Une Vie, a Piece of String and Other Stories. Guy de Maupassant. London: Classic Publishing Company, 1911.
Comte de Lormerin had just finished dressing. He cast a parting glance at the large mirror which occupied an entire panel in his dressing-room and smiled.
He was really a fine-looking man still, although quite gray. Tall, slight, elegant, with no sign of a paunch, with a small mustache of doubtful shade, which might be called fair, he had a walk, a nobility, a "chic," in short, that indescribable something which establishes a greater difference between two men than would millions of money. He murmured:
across the way
ACROSS THE WAY
by: Robert Grant (1852-1940)
The following story is reprinted from The Law Breakers. Robert Grant. New York: Scribner's, 1906.
The news that the late Mr. Cherrington's house on Saville Street had been let for a school, within a few months after his death, could not have been a surprise to any one in the neighborhood. Ten years before, when Mr. Cherrington and those prominent in his generation were in their heyday, Saville Street had been sacred to private residences from one end to the other, but the tide of fashion had been drifting latterly. There was already another school in the same block, and there were scattered all along on either side of the street a sprinkling of throat, eye, and ear doctors, a very fashionable dressmaker or two, an up-town bank, and numerous apartments for bachelors
in memory of mother
You who showed me the value of living each day
In a loving, caring, and generous way
In all that I do and in all that I say
Whose caring and love was there from the start
Strong yet gentle and always a part
Of all that meant the most in my life and heart
You taught me to dream, to learn, and to try
With my feet on the ground my sights on the sky
Who is more special to me as each day goes by
Who else but my loving mother
