One evening about eight months ago I met with some college comrades at the lodgings of our friend Louis R. We drank punch and smoked, talked of literature and art, and made jokes like any other company of young men. Suddenly the door flew open, and one who had been my friend since boyhood burst in like a hurricane. Guy De Maupassant was a master of the short story whose subjects were usually taken from everyday life. This one is taken from everyday life and death. The copy here is from Twenty-Five Ghost Stories (Edited by W. Bob Holland), which is [Read More]