by Frank Norris
The manuscript of the account that follows belongs to a harness-maker in Albuquerque, Juan Tejada by name, and he is welcome to whatever of advertisement this notice may bring him. He is a good fellow, and his … Read the rest
Category: Frank Norris
The Dual Personality of Slick Dick Nickerson
by Frank Norris
On a certain morning in the spring of the year, the three men who were known as the Three Black Crows called at the office of “The President of the Pacific and Oriental Flotation Company,” situated in … Read the rest
The Ghost in the Crosstrees
by Frank Norris
Cyrus Ryder, the President of the South Pacific Exploitation Company, had at last got hold of a “proposition”–all Ryder’s schemes were, in his vernacular, “propositions”–that was not only profitable beyond precedent or belief, but that also was, … Read the rest
The Passing of Cock-Eye Blacklock
by Frank Norris
“Well, m’son,” observed Bunt about half an hour after supper, “if your provender has shook down comfortable by now, we might as well jar loose and be moving along out yonder.”
We left the fire and moved … Read the rest
The Riding of Felipe
by Frank Norris
As young Felipe Arillaga guided his pony out of the last intricacies of Pacheco Pass, he was thinking of Rubia Ytuerate and of the scene he had had with her a few days before. He reconstructed it … Read the rest
The Ship That Saw a Ghost
by Frank Norris
Very much of this story must remain untold, for the reason that if it were definitely known what business I had aboard the tramp steam-freighter Glarus, three hundred miles off the South American coast on a … Read the rest
The Wife of Chino
by Frank Norris
I. CHINO’S WIFE
On the back porch of the “office,” young Lockwood–his boots, stained with the mud of the mines and with candle-drippings, on the rail–sat smoking his pipe and looking off down the canon.
It was … Read the rest
Two Hearts That Beat as One
by Frank Norris
“Which I puts it up as how you ain’t never heard about that time that Hardenberg and Strokher–the Englisher–had a friendly go with bare knuckles–ten rounds it was–all along o’ a feemale woman?”
It is a small … Read the rest
The Octopus
A Bargain with Peg-Leg
by Frank Norris
“Hey, youse!” shouted the car-boy. He brought his trundling, jolting, loose-jointed car to a halt by the face of the drift. “Hey, youse!” he shouted again.
Bunt shut off the Burly air-drill and nodded.
“Chaw,” he remarked … Read the rest