Mary Raymond Shipman Andrews

Titles in Short Stories category:

• Aide-de-Camp, The

  Age has a point or two in common with greatness; few willingly achieve it, indeed, but most have it thrust upon them, and some are born old. But there are people who, beginning young, are young forever. One might fancy that the careless fates who shape souls--from cotton-batting, from stone, fr ...

• Bishop's Silence, The

  The Bishop was walking across the fields to afternoon service. It was a hot July day, and he walked slowly--for there was plenty of time--with his eyes fixed on the far-off, shimmering sea. That minstrel of heat, the locust, hidden somewhere in the shade of burning herbage, pulled a long, clear ...

• Crowned with Glory and Honor    

  Mists blew about the mountains across the river, and over West Point hung a raw fog. Some of the officers who stood with bared heads by the heap of earth and the hole in the ground shivered a little. The young Chaplain read, solemnly, the solemn and grand words of the service, and the evenness ...

• Diamond Brooches, The

  The room was filled with signs of breeding and cultivation; it was bare of the things which mean money. Books were everywhere; family portraits, gone brown with time, hung on the walls; a tall silver candlestick gleamed from a corner; there was the tarnished gold of carved Florentine frames, su ...

• Ditch, The

    PERSONS
  
    THE BOY      an American soldier
  
    THE BOY'S DREAM OF HIS MOTHER
  
    ANGELIQUE           }
                        } French children
    JEAN-BAPTISTE       }
  
    THE TEACHER
  
    THE ONE SCHOOLGIRL WITH IMAGINATION
  
    THE THREE SCHOOLGIRLS WITHOUT IMAGINATION
  
    HE
  
    SHE
  
    THE AMERIC

• Dundonald's Destroyer

  This is the year 1977. It will be objected that the episode I am going to tell, having happened in 1917, having been witnessed by twenty-odd thousand people, must have been, if true, for sixty years common property and an old tale. But when General Cochrane--who saved England at the end of the ...

• He That Loseth His Life Shall Find It

  The Red Cross women had gone home. Half an hour before, the large library had been filled with white-clad, white-veiled figures. Two long tables full, forty of them today, had been working; three thousand surgical dressings had been cut and folded and put away in large boxes on shelves behind g ...

• Her Country Too

  David Lance sat wondering. He was not due at the office till ten this Saturday night and he was putting in a long and thorough wonder. About the service in all its branches; about finance; about the new Liberty Loan. First, how was he to stop being a peaceful reporter on the Daybreak and ...

• Little Revenge, The

  Suddenly a gust of fresh wind caught Sally's hat, and off it flew, a wide-winged pink bird, over the old, old sea-wall of Clovelly, down among the rocks of the rough beach, tumbling and jumping from one gray stone to another, and getting so far away that, in the soft violet twilight, it seemed ...

• Messenger, A

      How oft do they their silver bowers leave,
      To come to succour us that succour want!
      How oft do they with golden pineons cleave
      The flitting skyes, like flying Pursuivant,
      Against fowle feendes to ayd us militant!
      They for us fight, they watch and dewly ward,
      And th

• Only One of Them

  It was noon on a Saturday. Out of the many buildings of the great electrical manufacturing plant at Schenectady poured employees by hundreds. Thirty trolley-cars were run on special tracks to the place and stood ready to receive the sea streaming towards them. Massed motor-cars waited beyond th ...

• Robina's Doll

  Massive, sprawling, uncertain writing, two sentences to the page; a violent slant in the second line, down right, balanced by a drastic lessening of the letters, up right, in the line underneath; spelling not as advised in the Century Dictionary--a letter from Robina, aged eight. Robina's Aunt ...

• Russian, The

  The little dinner-party of grizzled men strayed from the dining-room and across the hall into the vast library, arguing mightily.

• Silver Stirrup, The

  In the most unexpected spots vital sparks of history blaze out. Time seems, once in a while, powerless to kill a great memory. Romance blooms sometimes untarnished across centuries of commonplace. In a new world old France lives.

• Swallow, The

  The Chateau Frontenac at Quebec is a turreted pile of masonry wandering down a cliff over the very cellars of the ancient Castle of St. Louis. A twentieth-century hotel, it simulates well a mediaeval fortress and lifts against the cold blue northern sky an atmosphere of history. Old voices whis ...

• Through the Ivory Gate    

  Breeze-filtered through shifting leafage, the June morning sunlight came in at the open window by the boy's bed, under the green shades, across the shadowy, white room, and danced a noiseless dance of youth and freshness and springtime against the wall opposite. The boy's head stirred on his pi ...

• V.C., The

  I had forgotten that I ordered frogs' legs. When mine were placed before me I laughed. I always laugh at the sight of frogs' legs because of the person and the day of which they remind me. Nobody noticed that I laughed or asked the reason why, though it was an audible chuckle, and though I sat ...

• Wife of the Governor, The

  The Governor sat at the head of the big black-oak table in his big stately library. The large lamps on either end of the table stood in old cloisonne vases of dull rich reds and bronzes, and their shades were of thick yellow silk. The light they cast on the six anxious faces grouped about them ...

• Witnesses, The

  The old clergyman sighed and closed the volume of "Browne on The Thirty-nine Articles," and pushed it from him on the table. He could not tell what the words meant; he could not keep his mind tense enough to follow an argument of three sentences. It must be that he was very tired. He looked int ...