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Short stories from Selected Stories, by O Henry. → The Gift of the Magi. → A Cosmopolite in a Café. → Between Rounds. → The Skylight Room. This collection of short stories by O. Henry gives the reader a wonderful selection of characters from the United States of years ago. The classic short story The Gift of the Magi is the most famous of O. Henry's stories, but the Text (PDF). Short stories from Selected Stories, by O Henry. Pages · · MB · Telugu neethi kathalu| Short stories for Telugu kids - Greater Telugu.


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He just had to get to a table in the restaurant and sit down. That was all, because, when he sat down, people could only see his coat and his shirt, which were not very old. Nobody could see his trousers.

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He thought about the meal - not too expensive, but good. But when Soapy went into the restaurant, the waiter saw Soapy's dirty old trousers and terrible shoes. Strong hands turned him round and helped him out into the street again. So now he had to think of something different. Soapy walked away from Broadway and soon he found himself on Sixth Avenue. He stopped in front of a shop window and looked at it.

It was nice and bright, and everybody in the street could see him. Slowly and carefully he picked up a stone and threw it at the window. The glass broke with a loud noise.

People ran round the corner and Soapy was happy, because the man in front was a policeman. Soapy did not move.

Author:O. Henry

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, and he smiled. The policeman came up to Soapy. But the policeman knew that people who break windows do not stop to talk to policemen. They run away.

And just then the policeman saw another man, who was running to catch a bus. So the policeman ran after him. Soapy watched for a minute. Then he walked away. No luck again! He began to feel cross.

Selected stories from O. Henry

But on the opposite side of the road he saw a little restaurant. This time nobody looked at his trousers and his shoes. He enjoyed his meal, and then he looked up at the waiter, smiled and said, 'I haven't got any money, you know. Now, call the police. And do it quickly. I'm tired! Soapy lay there, very angry. With difficulty, he stood up. His nice warm prison was still far away, and Soapy was very unhappy. He felt worse because a policeman, who was standing near, laughed and walked away.

Soapy moved on, but he walked for a long time before he tried again. This time it looked easy.

A nice young woman was standing in front of a shop window. Not very far away there was also a policeman. Soapy moved nearer to the young woman. He saw that the policeman was watching him. Then he said to the young woman, with a smile, 'Why don't you come with me, my dear? I can give you a good time. Soapy looked at the policeman. Yes, he was still watching. Then he spoke to the young woman again. In a minute she would call the policeman. Soapy could almost see the prison doors. Suddenly, the young woman took hold of his arm.

Let's go before that policeman sees us. He was very unhappy. At the next corner he ran away from the woman.

Suddenly he was afraid. Slowly, he walked on and came to a street with a lot of theatres. There were a lot of people there, rich people in their best clothes. Soapy had to do something to get to prison. He did not want to spend another night on his seat in Madison Square. What could he do? Then he saw a policeman near him, so he began to sing and shout and make a lot of noise. This time they must send him to prison.

But the policeman turned his back to Soapy and said to a man who was standing near, 'He's had too much to drink, but he's not dangerous. We'll leave him alone tonight.

Soapy was really unhappy now, but he stopped making a noise. How could he get to prison? The wind was cold, and he pulled his thin coat around him. But, just then, inside a shop, he saw a man with an expensive umbrella. The man put his umbrella down near the door, and took out a cigarette. Soapy went into the shop, picked up the umbrella, and, slowly, he 'Of course it's my umbrella,' Soapy said. The policeman looked at them - and the umbrella man walked away.

The policeman went to help a beautiful young girl to cross the road. Soapy was really angry now. He threw the umbrella away and said many bad things about policemen. Just because he wanted to go to prison, they did not want to send him there. He could do nothing wrong!

The man came quickly after him. I took it, and you say it's your umbrella. Go on, then. Call a policeman!

There's one on the corner. I took it from a restaurant this morning. If it's yours, well, I'm very sorry. But on a quiet corner, Soapy suddenly stopped. Here, in the middle of the city, was a beautiful old church. Through one purple window he could see a soft light, and sweet music was coming from inside the church. The moon was high in the sky and everything was quiet. For a few seconds it was like a country church and Soapy remembered other, happier days.

He thought of the days when he had a mother, and friends, and beautiful things in his life. Then he thought about his life now - the empty days, the dead plans. And then a wonderful thing happened. Soapy decided to change his life and be a new man. My life will be good again. I'll be somebody important.

Everything will be different. She left her second cup of tea, and she followed me to the front door. She did this every day. She took from my coat a hair which was not there, and she told me to be careful. She always did this. I closed the door, and she went back to her tea.

I am a lawyer and I work very hard. My friend, Doctor Volney, told me not to work so hard. They can't remember anything. It's called amnesia. You need a change and a rest. I was feeling very well, and pleased with life.

When I woke up, I was on a train and feeling very uncomfortable after a long sleep. I sat back in my seat and I tried to think. After a long time, I said to myself, 'I must have a name! No letter. No papers. Nothing with my name on. But I found three thousand dollars. The train was crowded with men who were all very friendly. One of them came and sat next to me.

My name's R. Bolder - Bolder and Son, from Missouri. You're going to the meeting in New York, of course? What's your name? I understood from his conversation that he was a druggist, and he thought that I was a druggist, too.

A man gets tired of his business and his family, and he wants to have a good time. He goes away somewhere and when they find him, he says that he doesn't know who he is, and that he can't remember anything. Bellford, an important lawyer in the town, left home three days ago and has not come back. Just before he left, he took out a lot of money from his bank. Nobody has seen him since that day.

He is a quiet man who enjoys his work and is happily married. But Mr Bellford works very hard, and it is possible that he has amnesia.

These men just want something more exciting in their lives - another woman, perhaps. Something different. I took a taxi to a hotel, and I wrote the name, 'Edward Pinkhammer', in the hotel book. Suddenly I felt wild and happy - I was free. A man without a name can do anything. The young man behind the desk at the hotel looked at me a little strangely. The next day I bought a suitcase and some clothes and I began to live the life of Edward Pinkhammer. I didn't try to remember who or what I was.

The next few days in Manhattan were wonderful the theatres, the gardens, the music, the restaurants, the night life, the beautiful girls. And during this time I learned something very important - if you want to be happy, you must be free. Sometimes I went to quiet, expensive restaurants with soft music.

Sometimes I went on the river in boats full of noisy young men and their girlfriends. And then there was Broadway, with its theatres and bright lights. One afternoon I was going back into my hotel when a fat man came and stood in front of me. Is Mrs B. Please excuse me. Behind me, the man said something about a telephone. One afternoon, in one of my favourite restaurants on Broadway, I was going to my table when somebody pulled my arm. I turned quickly and saw a woman who was sitting alone.

She was about thirty and she had very beautiful eyes. Her hair was a beautiful redgold colour. I told you that you could never forget. I have forgotten. I've forgotten everything. It was in all the newspapers. Then she looked up at me again. She smiled and stood up to leave. Then she held out her hand to me, and I took it for a second. There's a room here. A man and a woman were there. The woman was still beautiful, but her face was unhappy and tired.

I liked everything about her. The man, who was about forty, came to meet me. I told you that you were working too hard. Now you can come home with us. You'll soon be all right. I've never seen you before in my life. I'm your wife! What is the matter with him? The man who was a doctor turned to me and said quietly, 'Listen. Your name is not Edward Pinkhammer. Why not Pinkhammer? You are one of the best lawyers in Denver - and that woman is your wife.

Then we had a telephone call from a man who saw you in a hotel here. Excuse me, but who are you? I've been your friend for twenty years, and your doctor for fifteen years.

Elwyn, try to remember. Does amnesia go slowly or suddenly? Sometimes suddenly. And if you're my doctor, you can't tell anybody what I say. I stood up. There were some white roses on the table. I went over to the table, picked up the roses and threw them far out of the window. Then I sat down again. I'm a little tired of it all now.

Go and bring my wife Marian in now. But, oh, Doctor,' I said with a happy smile. There are twelve tables in the room, six on each side. Bogle himself sits at the desk by the door and takes the money.

There are also two waitresses and a Voice. The Voice comes from the kitchen. At the time of my story, one of the waitresses was called Aileen. She was tall, beautiful and full of life.

The name of the other waitress was Tildy.

She was small, fat and was not beautiful. Most of the people who came to eat at Bogle's were men, and they loved the beautiful Aileen. They were happy to wait a long time for their meals because they could look at her. Aileen knew how to hold a conversation with twelve people and work hard at the same time.

And all the men wanted to take Aileen dancing or give her presents. One gave her a gold ring and one gave her a little dog. And poor Tildy? In the busy, noisy restaurant men's eyes did not follow Tildy. Nobody laughed and talked with her. Nobody asked her to go dancing, and nobody gave her presents.

She was a good waitress, but when she stood by the tables, the men looked round her to see Aileen. But Tildy was happy to work with no thanks, she was happy to see the men with Aileen, she was happy to know that the men loved Aileen. She was Aileen's friend.

But deep inside, she, too, wanted a man to love her. Tildy listened to all Aileen's stories. One day Aileen came in with a black eye. A man hit her because she did not want to kiss him.

One of the men who came to Bogle's was a young man called Mr Seeders. He was a small, thin man, and he worked in an office. He knew that Aileen was not interested in him, so he sat at one of Tildy's tables, said nothing, and ate his fish. And the next day would be Christmas.

Five Beloved Stories by O. Henry

There was clearly nothing left to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating. While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home.

It did not exactly beggar description, but it cer- tainly had that word on the look-out for the mendicancy squad. In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring.

Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name 'Mr. James Dillingham Young. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called 'Jim' and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.The story of the Gift of the Magi describes a couple who go to great lengths to buy each other a special Christmas present. He goes away somewhere and when they find him, he says that he doesn't know who he is, and that he can't remember anything.

One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. For the curious, it will answer many questions. Say "Merry Christmas! Audio Instructions: The Furnished Room Expand. And I even start novels.