Posted by W. Ouellette Sr on March 4th, 2009
  

[ The Glamour of the Snow (chapter 1) - by Algernon Blackwood ] Hibbert, always conscious of two worlds, was in this mountain village conscious of three. It lay on the slopes of the Valais Alps, and he had taken a room in the little post office, where he could be at peace to write his book, yet at the same time enjoy the winter sports and find companionship in the hotels when he wanted it. The three worlds that met and mingled here seemed to his imaginative temperament very obvious, though it is doubtful if another

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   Posted by W. Ouellette Sr on March 4th, 2009
  

[ The Man Who Found Out : A Nightmare (chapter 6) - by Algernon Blackwood ] An hour later they passed back into the front room again. The sun was already behind the houses opposite, and the shadows began to gather. “I went off easily?” Laidlaw asked. “You were a little obstinate at first. But though you came in like a lion, you went out like a lamb. I let you sleep a bit afterwards.” Dr. Stephen kept his eyes rather steadily upon his friend’s face. “What were you doing by the fire before you came here?” he asked, pausing, in a casual tone, as he

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   Posted by W. Ouellette Sr on March 4th, 2009
  

[ The Man Who Found Out : A Nightmare (chapter 5) - by Algernon Blackwood ] It was five o’clock, and the June sun lay hot upon the pavement. He felt the metal door-knob burn the palm of his hand. “Ah, Laidlaw, this is well met,” cried a voice at his elbow; “I was in the act of coming to see you. I’ve a case that will interest you, and besides, I remembered that you flavoured your tea with orange leaves!—and I admit—” It was Alexis Stephen, the great hypnotic doctor. “I’ve had no tea to-day,” Laidlaw said, in a dazed manner, after staring for a moment as though the other had struck him in the face. A new idea had entered his mind.

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