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# The Best Continental Short Stories of 1924-1925/Front matter

THE BEST CONTINENTAL SHORT STORIES OF 1924–25
And the Yearbook of the Continental Short Story Edited by Richard Eaton
THE BEST CONTINENTAL SHORT STORIES OF 1924–1925
* BY RICHARD EATON
* MUSTAPHA KEMAL UNDER THE RED FLAG PIONNIERS OU DEMENTS MASHA
THE BEST CONTINENTAL SHORT STORIES OF 1924–1925
AND THE YEARBOOK OF THE CONTINENTAL SHORT STORY
Edited by RICHARD EATON
Editor of “The Best Continental Short Stories of 1923–1924”
BOSTON SMALL, MAYNARD & COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1925, by Paul Zifferer, Robert Vivier, S. Delhaye, P. Rositis, Eline Peline, Ahmed Bey, Claudio Basto, Yordan Yovkoff, Hussein Kenaan, F. Tuglas, Miguel de Unamuno, L. Pirandello, M. Jorga, J. Pekar, Anna Brigader, S. W. Jivadinovic, F. Janson, A. Tolstoi, A. Kuprine, M. Gorki, Waclaw Grubinski, Lode Baekelmans, F. Muller, L. Dill, A. Terzani, Ninon Carabella, Ada Pettini, Prince Wilhelm of Sweden, Josef Capek, Frana Sramek.
Copyright, 1925
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Grateful acknowledgment for permission to include the stories and other material in this volume is made to the following authors, editors, publishers and advisers, and in particular to His Excellency Stepan Osusky, Ambassador of Czechoslovakia to the French Republic.
To: Paul Zifferer, Robert Vivier, E. Graeff, S. Delhaye, P. Rositis, Eline Peline, Ahmed Bey, Claudio Basto, Yordan Yovkoff, L. Pirandello, M. Jorga, J. Pekar, Anna Brigader, S. V. Jivadinovic, F. Janson, A. Tolstoi, A. Kuprine, M. Gorki, W. Grubinski, Gebthner and Wolff, Lode Baekelmans, F. Vreede, F. Muller, L. Dill, A. Terzani, Ninon Carabella, A. Pettini, Prince Wilhelm of Sweden, Josef Capek, Frana Sramek, Dr. Merrill, L. Baldwin.
# The Best Continental Short Stories of 1924-1925

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# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Carson, Christopher

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CARSON, Christopher, popularly known as Kit Carson, an American mountaineer, trapper, guide, and soldier, born in Madison co., Ky., Dec. 24, 1809, died at Fort Lynn, Colorado, May 23, 1868. While he was yet an infant his family emigrated to what is now Howard co., Mo. At 16 years of age he was apprenticed to a saddler, with whom he continued two years. The next eight years of his life were passed as a trapper, which pursuit he relinquished on receiving the appointment of hunter to Bent's fort, where he continued for eight years more. He was then engaged by Fremont as guide in his explorations. In 1847 he received an appointment as lieutenant in the rifle corps of the army. In 1853 he drove 6,500 sheep to California, a difficult but successful undertaking. On his return to Taos he was appointed Indian agent in New Mexico, and was instrumental in bringing about many treaties with
the Indians. During the civil war he rendered important services in New Mexico, Colorado, and the Indian territory, rose to the rank of colonel, and was brevetted brigadier general. He died from the rupture of an artery in the neck. See “Life of Kit Carson,” by Charles Burdett (Philadelphia, 1869).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Carové, Friedrich Wilhelm

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CAROVÉ, Friedrich Wilhelm, a German philosopher and publicist, born at Coblentz, June 20, 1789, died in Heidelberg, March 18, 1852. He was an advocate, held some judicial offices, was made doctor of philosophy by the university of Heidelberg, and officiated for a short time as professor at Breslau. He was one of the founders of the Heidelberg Burschenschaft, and participated in the famous Wartburg festival. He was afterward a member of the provisional German parliament of 1848. His most elaborate works are attacks on the Roman Catholic religion, and include Ueber die alleinseligmachende Kirche (2 vols., Frankfort, 1826); Was heisst römisch-katholische Kirche? (2d ed., Altenburg, 1847); Die Buchdruckerkunst in ihrer weltgeschichtlichen Bedeutung (Siegen, 1843); and Ueber das sogenannte germanische und sogenannte christliche Staatsprincip (1843).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Carro, Jean de

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CARRO, Jean de, a German physician, born in Geneva, Aug. 8, 1770, died at Carlsbad, March 12, 1857. Taking up his abode in Vienna in 1795, he became celebrated by his efforts in spreading Jenner's system of vaccination as a protection against smallpox in Germany, Hungary, Poland, and Russia. In 1800 he sent a quantity of virus to Lord Elgin at Constantinople, together with a work of his own, translated into Turkish, on vaccination. The attempts of the English to introduce vaccination into India having been unsuccessful, because the virus had deteriorated on the way, Carro procured vaccine matter from cows of Lombardy, and sent it to Dr. Harford at Bagdad. This retained all its strength, and was the means of introducing kinepox inoculation into India. The Hindoos consider it to be derived from a sacred cow, to which they give the name of amurtum, or immortality. Carro published Observations et expériences sur l'inoculation de la vaccine (Vienna, 1801); Histoire de la vaccination en Turquie, en Grèce et aux Indes Orientales (1803); Carlsbad et ses eaux minérales (1827); and Vingt-huit ans d'observation et d'expériences à Carlsbad (1853). For many years he published annually the Almanach de Carlsbad.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Carpzov

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CARPZOV, a family of learned Germans, said to be descended from a Spanish family named Carpezano, who were driven from their country by religious persecution at the beginning of the 16th century. The founder of the German family was Simon Carpzov, burgomaster of Brandenburg about 1550. His son Joachim reached a high rank in the Danish army, and died in 1628; and another son, Benedict (1565-1624), was professor of jurisprudence at Wittenberg, chancellor of the dowager electress Sophie, and again professor. Benedict left five sons, one of whom, also named Benedict (1595-1666), acquired eminence as a jurist in Leipsic and Dresden, and his Practica nova Rerum Criminalium (Wittenberg, 1635; new ed. by Böhmer, 5 vols., Frankfort-on-the-Main, 1758) and other works exerted great influence on the judiciary in Saxony and other countries. His four brothers were likewise men of great erudition and piety, especially Johann Benedict (1607-'57), who was professor of theology and preacher at Leipsic, and the author of Systema Theologiæ (2 vols., Leipsic, 1653) and other works. The latter had a son also named Johann Benedict (1639-'99), a clergyman, who published De Pontificum Hebræorum Vestitu and other critical works. Prominent among the brothers of the preceding were Friedrich Benedict (1649-'99), collaborator in Mencken's Acta Eruditorum, and Samuel Benedict (1647-1707), professor of poetry and chief chaplain of the court of Saxony. One of the latter's sons, Johann Gottlob (1679-1767), was in the front rank of the theologians of his day. He was professor of oriental languages at Leipsic (1719-'30), and superintendent at Lübeck (1730-'67); and his works include Introductio in Libros Canonicos Bibliorum Veteris Testamenti Omnes (Leipsic, 1721), and Critica Sacra Veteris Testamenti (1728). Among the later members of the family was Johann Benedict (1720-1803), who was successively professor of philosophy at Leipsic and of poetry and Greek philology at
Helmstedt, and ended his life as an abbot after having taught theology. He occupied himself with philological labors, especially with grammatical commentaries on the New Testament.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Carstens, Asmus Jakob

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CARSTENS, Asmus Jakob, a German painter, born at Sanct Jürgen, near Schleswig, May 10, 1754, died May 26, 1798. He was a miller's son, and had a youthful passion for painting, but was placed in a mercantile house. After quitting his master he went to Copenhagen, where he supported himself for seven years by taking portraits in red chalk, producing during the time a large historical picture, the “Death of Æschylus,” and another painting, “Æolus and Ulysses.” In 1783 he started for Rome, but his means did not permit him to go beyond Mantua, where he remained a month and then went to Lübeck, where he lived five years in obscurity. He was then introduced by the poet Overbeck to a wealthy patron, by whose aid he went to Berlin, where his “Fall of the Angels,” a colossal picture, containing over 200 figures, gained him a professorship in the academy of fine arts. Two years' labor in Berlin and a travelling pension enabled him in 1792 to go to Rome, and study the works of Michel Angelo and Raphael. Afterward he spent some time in Dresden, studying the works of Albert Dürer. His best works were designs in aquarelle and paintings in fresco; he rarely painted in oil. His biography was published in 1806 (new ed. by Riegel, 1867), and his works, engraved by Müller, in 1869.
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Carriere, Moritz

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CARRIERE, Moritz, a German philosopher, born at Griedel, March 5, 1817. He studied at Giessen, Göttingen, and Berlin, and perfected his knowledge of art in Italy. In 1842 he became private teacher in the university, in 1849 professor at Giessen, and in 1853 at Munich, where he lectures chiefly on æsthetics at the university and on art history at the academy. He has written various works on philosophy, religion, poetry, and æsthetics, translated into German the letters of Abélard and Héloïse, composed a poem on the last night of the Girondists, urged the conversion of the cathedral of Cologne into a free church, and developed his liberal ideas in an essay on Cromwell. He has also prepared annotated editions of Goethe's Faust and Schiller's Wilhelm Tell; and during the
Franco-German war he delivered lectures on Die sittliche Weltordnung in den Zeichen und Aufgaben unserer Zeit (Munich, 1870), and on Deutsche Geisteshelden im Elsass (1871). He is foremost among German thinkers who seek to reconcile Christianity with science, art, and history, and who are opposed to ultramontanism. His most celebrated work is Die Kunst im Zusammenhange der Culturentwickelung und die Ideale der Menschheit (4 vols., Leipsic, 1863-'71).
# The American Cyclopædia (1879)/Carson City

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CARSON CITY, the seat of justice of Ormsby co., Nevada, and capital of the state, situated in Eagle valley, 4 m. from Carson river, and 178 m. N. E. of San Francisco; pop. in 1870, 3,042, of whom 697 were Chinese. It is in a fertile and picturesque region. The Sierra Nevada mountains rise abruptly on the west, while the valley of the Carson extends far to the north and east. A railroad connects it with Virginia and Gold Hill, in Storey co., which is used chiefly to transport ore from the mines at those places to the crushing mills on the Carson river, and to carry back timber, which is abundant on the slopes of the Sierra Nevada. The state house is in course of construction. The branch mint occupies a fine building. The deposits of bullion for the year ending June 30, 1872, amounted to $8,564,436 69, of which $4,371,573 65 were gold, and $4,192,863 14 silver. The total deposits of gold to that date were $5,499,537 59. The total coinage, including silver bars, has been 441,449 pieces, valued at $10,881,428 13, of which 77,029 pieces, valued at $874,461 05, were gold, and 364,420 pieces, valued at $10,006,607 08, were silver. The state prison is at Warm Springs, 2 m. to the east. There are four quartz mills, with 76 stamps, for the production of silver, and several churches, good schools, two daily newspapers, and the state and odd fellows 1 libraries. Carson City was founded as a ranch before the discovery of silver in Nevada, after which time it increased rapidly, being on the line of travel through the state previous to the opening of the Central Pacific railroad.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Weaver's Wife

The Weaver’s Wife
[From Blackwood's Magazine.—Air, "The Boatie Rows."]
Oh! weel befa' the busy loom That plies the hale day lang; And, clicking briskly, fills the room Wi' sic a cheery sang. Oh! weel befa' the eident han' That cleeds us, great and sma', And blessings on the kind gudeman That dearly lo'es us a'.
Our purse is low, our lot is mean, But waur it well might be: Our house is canty aye and clean, Our hearts frae canker free. We fash wi' nae ambitious scheme, Nor heed affairs o' state; We dinna strive against the stream, Or murmur at our fate.
Oh! mickle is the wealth that springs Frae industry and peace, Where nae reproach o' conscience stings, And a' repinin's cease. The heart will loathe the richest meat, If nae kind blessin's sent: The coarsest morsel will be sweet When kitchen'd wi' content.
Oh! wad the Power that rules o'er life Impart some gracious charm, To keep me still a happy wife, And shield the house frae harm. Instead of wealth and growing care, I ask but health and love: Instead of warldly wit and leir, Some wisdom from above. ​Our bairns! the comfort o' our heart Oh! may they long be spared! We'll try by them to do our part, And hope a sure reward. What better tocher can we gi'e Than just a taste for hame; What better heirship, when we die, Than just an honest name?
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Wedding Day

The Wedding Day.
[Written by Dr. Thomas Blacklock, to an old Scotch tune called "How can I be sad on my wedding day."]
One night as young Colin lay musing in bed, With a heart full of love and a vapourish head; To wing the dull hours, and his sorrows allay, Thus sweetly he sang of his wedding day: "What would I give for a wedding day! Who would not wish for a wedding day! Wealth and ambition, I'd toss ye away, With all ye can boast, for a wedding day.
Should heaven bid my wishes with freedom implore One bliss for the anguish I suffered before, For Jessy, dear Jessy, alone I would pray, And grasp my whole wish on my wedding day! Blessed be the approach of my wedding day! Hail, my dear nymph and my wedding day! Earth smile more verdant, and heaven shine more gay! For happiness dawns with my wedding day."
But Luna, who equally sovereign presides O'er the hearts of the ladies and flow of the tides, Unhappily changing, soon changed his wife's mind: O fate, could a wife prove so constant and kind! "Why was I born to a wedding day! Cursed, ever cursed be my wedding day." Colin, poor Colin thus changes his lay, And dates all his plagues from his wedding day.
We bachelors, warned by the shepherd's distress, Be taught from your freedom to measure your bliss, Nor fall to the witchcraft of beauty a prey, And blast all your joys on your wedding day. Horns are the gift of a wedding day; Want and a scold crown a wedding day; Happy and gallant, who, wise when he may Prefers a stout rope to a wedding day!
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Wanter

The Wanter.
[Air, "The green purse."]
I ha'e a green purse and a wee pickle gowd, A bonnie piece lan' an' a plantin' on't, It fattens my flocks, an' my barns it has stow'd, But the best thing o' a's yet a-wantin' on't.
There's a but and a ben, a stable, a byre, A guid kale yard and a weel snecket yett, Wi' plenty o' peats to throw o' the fire, But the best thing o' a's a wantin' yet.
I thought o' a wife for ten years and mair, But nane will answer that stops hereabout, And I ha'e nae time to gang here and there; A wanter I am, and I'll bide sae, I doubt.
​A bonnie tame paltrick I wared upon Bell, A sweet singin' mavis to Jeanie I gied, To Betty I plainly did offer mysel', She saw the green purse, but I didna succeed.
So I've done my duty; fareweel to all folly; I'll tak' up my buik, and I'll sit in my chair, Wi' my red nicht-cap, my cat, and my colly, Contented and cheerfu', tho' sixty and mair.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Wee Auld Man

The Wee Auld Man.
[Henry S. Riddell.—First published in the Portfolio of British Songs. The air is an old reel tune, originally called "The Drummer," but now better known by the name of "The Tailor," for which Burns wrote some words, with the burthen, "For weel he kenn'd the way, O."]
About the closin' o' the day, The wild green woods amang, O, A wee auld man cam' doon this way, As fast as he could gang, O. He entered into this wee house, Where unco weel kent he, O, That there, there lived a virtuous lass, And fair as fair could be O. For he had vow'd to ha'e, O, To ha'e, O, to ha'e, O, For he had vow'd to ha'e, O, A wifie o' his ain, O.
He tell't the auld gudewife he'd come Her dochter Jean to woo, O, And gin she would but come wi' him, She never would it rue, O. For he had oxen, horse, and kye, And sheep upon the hill, O, And monie a cannie thing forbye, That should be at her will, O. For he had vow'd, &c.
The auld gudewife replied in turn. Up rising frae her stool, O, The lass that would your proffer spurn, Would surely be a fool, O. ​She to the door made anxious haste, And ca'd young Jeanie in, O, And when aroun' the fire they're placed, The courtin' did begin, O. For he had vow'd, &c.
The wee auld man tauld ower his tale Wi' croose and cantie glee, O; But Jeanie's heart was hard and cauld, Nae love for him had she, O. Said she, Auld gouk! you've act a part That I can ne'er be thine, O; You come to woo my mither's heart, You come nae here for mine, O. For this is no the way, O, The way, O, the way, O, For this is no the way, O, A lassie's heart to win, O.
And soon a rap came to the door, And out young Jeanie ran, O, Said she, You may count ower your store Wi' them that you began, O. The wee auld man rose up in Wrath, And loud and lang he swore, O, Syne hirsled up his shouthers baith, And hasten'd to the door, O. Still vowin' he would ha'e, O, &c.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Wanderer's Return

The Wanderer’s Return.
[Written by W. A. C. Shand, and first published in "The Edinburgh University Souvenir," 1883, a little volume of which the author was editor. Mr. Shand is a native of Aberdeen, and at present resident in Russia.]
Alone, alone, in the evening beam, By the flowery marge of my native stream, Weary, and wan, and faint I stand, 'Mid the old green bowers of my fatherland.
I hear the strain of the wandering rills, In sob and swell 'mid the far-off hills; Softly blent, as they dream along, With the reaper's shout and the goatherd's song.
Oh, woe! oh, woe! that my heart should wear The dull dark shadow of grief and care, With wood, and lake, and stream unroll'd, As fresh and fair as in times of old!
Again I turn to my father's hearth, Hat it rings no more with the tones of mirth; And I list in vain, in the sunset calm, For the low glad note of the evening psalm.
The moon! the moon! but she looks not in On childhood's laughter and manhood's din! Lonely and dim her pale gleams fall O'er broken lattice and crumbling wall!
My brethren! my brethren, where are they—where? Are they gather'd yet round my mother's chair? Do they wander still in the forests dim, The strong of arm, and the fleet of limb?
Oh, no—oh, no—they shall weave no more, By lake and dale as in days of yore, In antique garland and wild festoon, The starry blossoms and leaves of June!
Alone, alone, in the evening beam, By the flowery marge of my native stream, Weary, and wan, and faint I stand, 'Mid the old green bowers of my fatherland.
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Wanton Wife

The Wanton Wife.
[Allan Cunningham.]
Nith, trembling to the reaper's sang, Warm glitter'd in the harvest sun, And murmured down the lanesome glen, Where a wife of wanton wit did won. Her tongue wagged wi' unhaly wit, Unstent by kirk or gospel bann, An' aye she wished the kirkyard mools Green growing o'er her auld gudeman.
Her auld gudeman drapped in at e'en, Wi' harvest heuk—sair toiled was he; Sma' was his cog and cauld his kail, Yet anger never raised his e'e; He blessed the little, and was blithe, While spak' the dame, wi' clamorous tongue, O sorrow clap your auld beid pow, And dance wi' ye to the mools, gudeman!
He hang his bonnet on the pin, And down he lay, his dool to drie; While she sat singing in the neuk, And tasting at the barley bree. The lark, 'mid morning's siller gray, That wont to cheer him warkward gaun, Next morning missed amang the dew The blithe and dainty auld gudeman.
The third morn's dew on flower and tree 'Gan glorious in the sun to glow, When sung the wanton wife to mark His feet gaun foremost o'er the knowe. The first flight o' the winter's rime That on the kirkyard sward had faun, The wanton wife skiffed aff his grave, A-kirking wi' her new gudeman.
A dainty dame I wat was she, High brent and burnished was her brow, 'Mang lint-locks curling; and her lips Twin daisies dawned through honey dew. And light and loesome in the dance, When ha' was het, or kirn was won; Her breasts twa drifts o' purest snaw, In cauld December's bosom faun.
But lang ere winter's winds blew by, She skirled in her lonesome bow; Her new gudeman, wi' hazle rung, Began to kame her wanton pow. ​Her hearth was slokent out wi' care, Toom grew her kist and cauld her pan, And dreigh and dowie waxed the night, Ere Beltane, wi' her new gudeman.
She dreary sits 'tween naked wa's, Her cheek ne'er dimpled into mirth; Half-happit, haurling out o' doors, And hunger-haunted at her hearth. And see the tears fa' frae her een, Warm happin' down her haffits wan; But guess her bitterness of saul In sorrow for her auld gudeman!
# The Book of Scottish Song/The Wearie Body

The Wearie Body.
[Air, "Donald Caird."]
The wearie body's back again, The unco body's back again: Fye let a' the neebors ken The wearie body's back again.
Weel ye mind for monie a year, He kept the kintra side in fear; The bairnies toddlin' wi' their dame Would cower to hear the cadger's name: ​For he was kent baith far and wide, For he could den and he could hide, And cadge wha like the kintra thro', Nane could cadge like him, I trow. The wearie body, &c.
Lang did they curse his soupple legs, When he ran aff wi' hens and eggs, The wives would cry, the deil be in't, If I hinna lost my tait o' lint; And then they'd rue his freenly gills, That gart them aft to sign his bills, And mony a wearie wicht, I trow, Paid dear enough for gettin' fou. The wearie body, &c.
At last he thocht to save his neck, He hied him aff to cauld Quebec, And there set up the grocer trade, And many a pauky trick he play'd; But Yankie he was nae sic fool, He dipp'd the cadger in the pool, And for fear he would their country stain, They kickit the body back again. The wearie body, &c.
O! had you seen sic consternation, Ilk face was mark'd wi' pale vexation; And young and auld allke complain, Is the wearie body back again? The shuttle chocked in the shed, The list'nin' tailor brak' his thread; The wright, wi' spite, threw by his plane, Is the body really back again? The wearie body, &c.
The sturdy mason drapp'd his mell The blacksmith's big fore-hammer fell; The cannie nurse let fe' the wean— Losh! woman, d'ye think he's back again! The chattin' barber cut the face, The auld guidman forgat the grace, Na! the lasses wadna lie their lane, Sin' e'er they heard o' him back again. The wearie body, &c.
Weel may Scotland greet wi' spite, And gi'e the Yankies a' the wite, That wadna let the wicht remain, But pest us wi' him back again; For weel I wat they kent fu' weel, A rogue like him was just a deil; They micht had mair respect for men, Than sent the body back again. The wearie body, &c.