欧亨利短篇小说中英双语

① 欧亨利中英文短篇小说集

爱洋葱有很多欧亨利中英文短篇小说，而且还是中英双语的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感兴趣可以去网站看看。

《三叶草和棕榈树》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回忆了克兰西从一位暴君的魔掌中逃脱的故事。

《失语漫游》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一觉醒来发现自己失忆了，你会怎么办？欧·亨利的《失语漫游》讲述的正是一个失忆者的故事。一位成天钻研法律的名律师，几乎与娱乐绝缘，他的生活可谓了无生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起来：他带着巨款，在客车上失忆了！接下来他该何去何从？且看欧·亨利如何将一个成功男士失忆后的心理、生活状态写得惟妙惟肖！

《黄狗自传》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
动物会写文章？动物会用语言表达自己？一只黄狗会有怎样的倾诉欲。欧·亨利短篇小说《黄狗自传》，以一只黄狗为第一人称，讲述一只狗的日常生活

《恭贺佳节》Compliments of the Season
流浪汉、布娃娃、百元大钞、百万富翁、圣诞佳节这看似风马牛不相及的一切到底有何关联？走进欧·亨利千回百转、光怪陆离、惊奇不断的奇妙小说世界，《恭贺佳节》即将向您揭晓满意的答案。

《巴格达之鸡》A Bird of Bagdad
一个谜语引发了一群人的思考，欧·亨利似的结尾总能在最后让读者恍然大悟，又或者哑然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一个小伙，小伙子为了取得参加心上人生日宴会的资格，正在为一个谜语而困惑不已。

《没有结局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描写了一位每周只挣五美圆的贫穷女工达尔西在阔佬的诱惑下，虽一时动摇但最终拒绝。她复杂的内心世界被真实的表现出来。

《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一个玩笑引发的故事，读来诙谐幽默又意味深长。小说的结尾是典型的“欧·亨利式
的结尾”，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美国驻科拉里奥领事约翰收到了来自家乡的一封信，咨询关于来科拉里奥开鞋店是否可行。出于消遣，他回信说这里急需一家鞋店。实际情况则是，这个三千多人的小镇没有几个人愿受穿鞋之苦。没想到，真的有人变卖了家产，满怀希望载着鞋子来了，而这个人竟然还是约翰心上人的父亲……

《闪光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以为是的骗子自作聪明却弄巧成拙，有勇无谋的将军无心插柳却误打误撞狠狠地捉弄了骗子。世事难料，往往事与愿违，是造化弄人，还是万事皆有因？欧·亨利的短篇小说《闪光的金子》向我们讲述了这样一个荒谬的幽默讽喻故事。

② 急求欧亨利的中英双语介绍

原名威廉·西德尼·波特（William Sydney Porter），是美国最著名的短篇小说家之一，曾被评论界誉 为曼哈顿桂冠散文作家和美国现代短篇小说之父。他出身于美国北卡罗来纳州格林斯波罗镇一个医师家庭。 他的一生富于传奇性，当过药房学徒、牧牛人、会计员、土地局办事员、新闻记者、银行出纳员。当银行出 纳员时，因银行短缺了一笔现金，为避免审讯，离家流亡中美的洪都拉斯。后因回家探视病危的妻子被捕入 狱，并在监狱医务室任药剂师。他在银行工作时，曾有过写作的经历，担任监狱医务室的药剂师后开始认真 写作。1901年提前获释后，迁居纽约，专门从事写作。 欧·亨利善于描写美国社会尤其是纽约百姓的生活。他的作品构思新颖，语言诙谐，结局常常出人意 外；又因描写了众多的人物，富于生活情趣，被誉为“美国生活的幽默网络全书”。代表作有小说集《白菜 与国王》、《四百万》、《命运之路》等。其中一些名篇如《爱的牺牲》、《警察与赞美诗》、《带家具出 租的房间》、《麦琪的礼物》、《最后一片藤叶》等使他获得了世界声誉。
欧·亨利晚年开始酗酒，身体情况恶化。1907年他再次结婚，但和妻子不和，一年后即离婚。他的经济情况也不好，为了缓解生活压力，他不得不以很快速度创作小说来换取稿费，这也导致了他的作品的质量参差不齐。1910年欧·亨利因肝硬化去世。
O. Henry (1862-1910) - pseudonym of William Sydney Porter
Prolific American short-story writer, a master of surprise endings, who wrote about the life of ordinary people in New York City. Typical for O. Henry's stories is a twist of plot which turns on an ironic or coincidental circumstance. Although some critics were not so enthusiastic about his work, the public loved it.
O. Henry was born William Sydney Porter in Greenboro, North Carolina. His father, Algernon Sidney Porter, was a physician. When William was three, his mother died, and he was raised by his parental grandmother and paternal aunt. William was an avid reader, but at the age of fifteen he left school, and then worked in a drug store and on a Texas ranch. He continued to Houston, where he had a number of jobs, including that of bank clerk. After moving in 1882 to Texas, he worked on a ranch in LaSalle County for two years. In 1887 he married Athol Estes Roach; they had one daughter and one son.
In 1894 Porter started a humorous weekly The Rolling Stone. It was at this time that he began heavy drinking. When the weekly failed, he joined the Houston Post as a reporter and columnist. In 1894 cash was found to have gone missing from the First National Bank in Austin, where Porter had worked as a bank teller. When he was called back to Austin to stand trial, Porter fled to Honras to avoid trial. Little is known about Porter's stay in Central America. It is said, that he met one Al Jennings, and rambled in South America and Mexico on the proceeds of Jenning's robbery. After hearing news that his wife was dying, he returned in 1897 to Austin. In 1897 he was convicted of embezzling money, although there has been much debate over his actual guilt. Porter entered in 1898 a penitentiary at Columbus, Ohio.
In 1907 O. Henry married Sara Lindsay Coleman, also born in Greensboro. The marriage was not happy, and they separated a year later. O. Henry died of cirrhosis of the liver on June 5, 1910, in New York. Three more collections, SIXES AND SEVENS (1911), ROLLING STONES (1912) and WAIFS AND STRAYS (1917), appeared posthumously. In 1918 the O. Henry Memorial Awards were established to be given annually to the best magazine stories, the winners and leading contenders to be published in an annual volume.

③ 关于欧亨利的短篇小说

欧亨利--华而不实 : 托尔斯·钱德勒先生在他那间在过道上隔成的卧室里熨晚礼服。一只熨斗烧在小煤气炉上，另一只熨斗拿在手里，使劲地来回推动，以便压出一道合意的褶子，待会儿从钱德勒先生的漆皮革到低领坎肩的下摆就可以看到两条笔挺的裤线了。关于这位主角的修饰，我们所能了解的只以此为限。其余的事情让那些既落魄又讲究气派，不得不想些寒酸的变通办法的人去猜测吧。我们再看到他的时候，他已经打扮得整整齐齐，一丝不苟，安详，大方，潇洒地走下寄宿舍的台阶——正如典型的纽约公子哥儿那样，略带厌烦的神情，出去寻求晚间的消遣。
钱德勒的酬劳是每周十八块钱。他在一位建筑师的事务所里工作。他只有二十二岁；他认为建筑是一门真正的艺术；并且确实相信——虽然不敢在纽约说这句话——钢筋水泥的弗拉特艾荣大厦的设计要比米兰大教堂的差劲。
[米兰大教堂：米兰是意大利北部伦巴第区的首府，十四世纪时建立的哥特式大教堂闻名于世。]
钱德勒从每星期的收入中留出一块钱。凑满十星期以后，他用这笔累积起来的额外资金在吝啬的时间老人的廉价物品部购买一个绅士排场的夜晚。他把自己打扮成百万富翁或总经理的样子，到生活十分绚丽辉煌的场所去一次，在那儿吃一顿精致豪华的晚饭。一个人有了十块钱，就可以周周全全地充当几小时富裕的胡闲阶级。这笔钱足够应付一顿经过仔细斟酌的饭菜，一瓶像样的酒，适当的小帐，一支雪茄，车费，以及一般杂费。
从每七十个沉闷的夜晚撷取一个愉快的晚上，对钱德勒来说，是终古常新的幸福的源泉。名门闺秀首次进入社交界，一辈子中只有刚成年时的那一次；即使到了白发苍苍的年岁，她们仍旧把第一次的旖旎风光当作唯一值得回忆的往事。可是对于钱德勒来说，每十星期带来的欢乐仍旧同第一次那样强烈、激动和新鲜。同讲究饮食的人一起，坐在棕榈掩映、乐声悠扬的环境里，望着这样一个人间天堂的老主顾们，同时让自己成为他们观看的对象，相比之下，一个少女的初次跳舞和短袖的薄纱衣服又算得上什么呢？
钱德勒走在百老汇路上，仿佛加入了晚间穿正式礼服的阅兵式。今晚，他不仅是旁观者，还是供人观看的人物。在以后的六十九个晚上，他将穿着粗呢裤和毛线衫，在蹩脚饭馆里吃吃盒饭，或是在小饭摊上来一盒快餐，或是在自己的卧室里啃三明治，喝啤酒。他愿意这样做，因为他是这个夜夜元宵的大城市的真正的儿子。对于他，出一夜风头就足以弥补许多黯淡的日子。
钱德勒放慢了脚步，一直走到第四十几号街开始同那条灯光辉耀的欢乐大街相衔接的地方。时间还早呢，每七十天只在时髦社会里待上一天的人，总爱延长他的欢乐。各种眼光，明亮的，阴险的，好奇的，欣羡的，挑逗的和迷人的，纷纷向他投来，因为他的衣着和气派说明他是拥护及时行乐的信徒。
[欢乐大街：指百老汇路。]
他在一个拐角上站住，心里盘算着，是不是要折回到他在特别挥霍的夜晚往往要照顾的豪华的时髦的饭馆去。那当儿，一个姑娘轻快地跑过拐角，在一块冻硬的雪上滑了一下，咕咚一声摔倒在人行道上。
钱德勒连忙关切而彬彬有礼地扶她起来。姑娘一瘸一拐地向一幢房屋走去，靠在墙上，端庄地向他道了谢。
“我的脚踝大概扭伤了。”她说。“摔倒时蹩了一下。”
“疼得厉害吗？”钱德勒问道。
“只在着力的时候才疼。我想过一小会儿就能走路的。”
“假如还有什么地方要我帮忙，”年轻人建议道，“比如说，雇一辆车子，或者——”
“谢谢你。”姑娘恳切地轻声说。“你千万别再费心啦。只怪我自己不小心。我的鞋子再实用也没有了，不能怪我的鞋跟。”
钱德勒打量了那姑娘一下，发觉自己很快就对她有了好感。她有一种娴雅的美；她的眼光又愉快又和善。她穿一身朴素的黑衣服，像是一般女店员的打扮。她那顶便宜的黑草帽底下露出了光泽的深褐色发鬈，草帽上没有别的装饰，只有一条丝绒带打成的蝴蝶结。她很可以成为自食其力的职业妇女中最优秀的典型。
年轻的建筑师突然起了一个念头。他要请这个姑娘同他一起去吃饭。他的周期性的壮举固然痛快，但缺少一个因素，总令人感到枯寂；如今这个因素就在眼前。倘若能有一位有教养的小姐做伴，他那短暂的豪兴就加倍有劲了。他敢肯定这个姑娘是有教养的——她的态度和谈吐已经说明了这一点。尽管她打扮得十分朴素，钱德勒觉得能跟她一起吃饭还是愉快的。
这些想法飞快地掠过脑际，他决定邀请她。不错，这种做法不很礼貌，但是职业妇女在这类事情上往往不拘泥于形式。在判断男人方面，她们一般都很精明；并且把自己的判断能力看得比那些无聊的习俗更重。他的十块钱，如果用得恰当，也够他们两人美美地吃一顿。毫无疑问，在这个姑娘沉闷刻板的生活中，这顿饭准能成为一个意想不到的经历；她因这顿饭而产生的深切感激也准能增加他的得意和快乐。
“我认为，”他坦率而庄重地对她说，“你的脚需要休息的时间，比你想象的要长些。现在我提出一个两全其美的办法，你既可以让它休息一下，又可以赏我一个脸。你刚才跑过拐角摔跤的时候，我独自一个人正要去吃饭。你同我一起去吧，让我们舒舒服服地吃顿饭，愉快地聊聊。吃完饭后，我想你那扭伤的脚踝就能胜任愉快地带你回家了。”
姑娘飞快地抬起头，对钱德勒清秀和蔼的面孔瞅了一眼。她的眼睛非常明亮地闪了一下，天真地笑了起来。
“可是我们互相并不认识呀——这样不太好吧，是吗？”她迟疑地说。
“没有什么不好。”年轻人直率地说，“请允许我介绍一下自己——托尔斯·钱德勒。我一定尽可能使我们这顿饭吃得满意，之后我就跟你分手告别，或者伴送你回家，你爱怎么办就怎么办。”
“哎呀！”姑娘朝钱德勒那一丝不苟的衣服瞟了一眼，说道，“我穿着这套旧衣服，戴着这顶旧帽子去吃饭吗！”
“那有什么关系。”钱德勒爽快地说，“我敢说，你就这样打扮，要比我们将看到的任何一个穿最讲究的宴会服的人更有风度。”
“我的脚踝确实还疼。”姑娘试了一步，承认说，“我想我愿意接受你的邀请，钱德勒先生。你不妨称呼我——玛丽安小姐。”
“那么来吧，玛丽安小姐，”年轻的建筑师兴致勃勃然而非常有礼貌地说，“你不用走很多路。再过一个街口就有一家很不错的饭馆。你恐怕要扶着我的胳臂——对啦——慢慢地走。独自一个人吃饭实在太无聊了。你在冰上滑了一跤，倒有点成全我呢。”
他们两人在一张摆设齐全的桌子旁就座，一个能干的侍者在附近殷勤伺侯。这时，钱德勒开始感到了他的定期外出一向会带给他的真正的快乐。
这家饭馆的华丽阔气不及他一向喜欢的，在百老汇路上再过去一点的那一家，但是也相差无几。饭馆里满是衣冠楚楚的顾客，还有一个很好的乐队，演奏着轻柔的音乐，足以使谈话成为乐事；此外，烹调和招待也都是无可指摘的。他的同伴，尽管穿戴得并不讲究，但自有一种风韵，把她容貌和身段的天然妩媚衬托得格外出色。可以肯定地说，在她望着钱德勒那生气勃勃而又沉着的态度，灼热而又坦率的蓝眼睛时，她自己秀丽的脸上也流露出一种近似爱慕的神情。
接着，曼哈顿的疯狂，庸人自扰和沾沾自喜的骚乱，吹牛夸口的杆菌，装模作样的疫病感染了托尔斯·钱德勒。此时此刻，他在百老汇路上，周围一派繁华，何况还有许多眼睛在注视着他。在那个喜剧舞台上，他假想自己当晚的角色是一个时髦的纨绔子弟和家拥巨资，趣味高雅的有闲阶级。他已经于是，他开始向玛丽安小姐夸说俱乐部，茶会，高尔夫球，骑马，狩猎，交谊舞，国外旅游等等，同时还隐隐约约地提起停泊在拉奇蒙特港口的私人游艇。他发现这种没边没际的谈话深深地打动了她，所以又信口诌了一些暗示巨富的话，亲昵地提出几个无产阶级听了就头痛的姓名，来加强演出效果。这是钱德勒的短暂而难得的机会，他抓紧时机，尽量榨取最大限度的乐趣。他的自我陶醉在他与一切事物之间撒下了一张雾网，然而有一两次，他还是看到了这位姑娘的纯真从雾网中透射出来。
“你讲的这种生活方式，”她说，“听来是多么空虚，多么没有意义啊。难道你在世上就没有别的工作可做，使你更感到兴趣吗？”
“我亲爱的玛丽安小姐，”他嚷了起来，“工作！你想想看，每天吃饭都要换礼服，一个下午走五、六家串门——每个街角上都有警察注意着你，只要你的汽车开得比驴车快一点儿，他就跳上车来, 把你带到警察局去。我们这种闲人是世界上工作得最辛苦的人了。”
晚饭结束，慷慨地打发了侍者，他们两人来到刚才见面的拐角上。这会儿，玛丽安小姐已经走得很好了，简直看不出步履有什么不便. “谢谢你的款待，”她真诚地说，“现在我得赶快回家了。我非常欣赏这顿饭，钱德勒先生。”
他亲切地微笑着，跟她握手道别，提到他在俱乐部里还有一场桥牌戏。他朝她背影望了一会儿，飞快地向东走去，然后雇了一辆马车，慢慢回家。
在他那寒冷的卧室里，钱德勒收藏好晚礼服，让它休息六十九天。他沉思地做着这件事。
“一位了不起的姑娘。”他自言自语地说。“即使也为了生活非干活不可，我敢赌咒说，她永远是够格的。假如我不那样胡吹乱扯，把真话告诉她，我们也许——可是，去它的！我讲的话总得跟我的衣服相称呀。”
这是在曼哈顿部落的小屋里成长起来的勇士所说的一番话。
那位姑娘同请她吃饭的人分手后，迅疾地穿过市区，来到一座漂亮而宁静的邸宅前面。那座邸宅离东区有两个广场，面临那条财神和其余副神时常出没的马路。她急急忙忙地进去，跑到楼上的一间屋子里，有一个穿着雅致的便服的年轻妍丽的女人正焦急地望着窗外。
[“那条财神……出没的马路”：指五马路。]
“唷，你这个疯丫头！”她进去时，那个年纪比她稍大的女人嚷道，“你老是这样叫我们担惊受吓，什么时候才能改呀？你穿了那身又破又旧的衣服，戴了玛丽的帽子，到处乱跑，已经有两个小时啦。妈妈吓坏了。她吩咐路易斯坐了汽车去找你。你真是个没有头脑的坏姑娘。”
那个年纪比较大的姑娘按按电钮，立刻来了一个使女。
“玛丽，告诉太太，玛丽安小姐已经回来了。”
“别说我的不是了，姐姐。我只不过到西奥夫人的店里去了一次，通知她不要粉红色的嵌饰，要用紫红色的。我那套旧衣服和玛丽的帽子很合适。我相信谁都以为我是女店员呢。”
“亲爱的，晚饭已经开过了；你在外面待得太久啦。”
“我知道，我在人行道上滑了一下，扭伤了脚踝。我不能走了，便到一家饭馆坐坐，等到好一些才回来，所以耽搁了那么久。”
两个姑娘坐在窗口前，望着外面灯火辉煌和车水马龙的大街。年轻的那个把头偎在她姐姐的膝上。
“我们两人总有一天都得结婚，”她浮想联翩地说，“我们这样有钱，社会上的人都在看着我们，我们可不能让大家失望。要我告诉你，我会爱上哪一种人吗，姐姐？”
“说吧，你这傻丫头，”另一个微笑着说。
“我会爱上一个有着和善的深蓝色眼睛的人，他体贴和尊重穷苦的姑娘，人又漂亮，又和气，又不卖弄风情。但他活在世上总得有志向，有目标，有工作可做，我才能爱他。只要我能帮助他建立一个事业，我不在乎他多么穷。可是，亲爱的姐姐，我们老是碰到那种人——那种在交际界和俱乐部里庸庸碌碌地混日子的人——我可不能爱上那种人，即使他的眼睛是蓝的，即使他对在街上碰到的穷姑娘是那么和气。”穿上这个角色的服装，非演出不可了；所有守护天使都拦不住他了

④ 有人可以帮我翻译一下欧亨利短篇小说的片名么

1.Between Rounds 闹剧

2.the skylight room 有天窗的房间#

3.a service of love 爱的牺牲

4.the coming-out of maggie 麦琪初入社交界#

5.memoirs of a yellow dog 一条黄狗的回忆#

6.the love-philtre of ikey schoenstein
爱情迷幻药

7.mammon and the archer 爱神与财神

8.springtime a la carte 菜单上的春天

9.from the cabby's seat 车夫的座位#

10.an unfinished story 没说完的故事

PS：后面名字加了#号的，是我自己按意思翻译的，可能不准确。

答案来自网络和网上的一些搜索，没有加#号的题目翻译应该没问题。

给你一个欧亨利的在线阅读网址吧：http://homepage.fudan.e.cn/~Ayukawa/at/20050501.htm

⑤ 求欧亨利的英文短篇小说，越全越好

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty-seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing 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 graally subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout 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." The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze ring a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, the letters of "Dillingham" looked blurred, as though they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. 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 introced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out lly at a grey cat walking a grey fence in a grey backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling-- something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honour of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. Her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its colour within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the Queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her, rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mme. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade. "Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value-- the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayers about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say 'Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice--what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The ll precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of plication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

http://www.readbookonline.net/stories/Henry/108/ 欧亨利的全在里面了，只要你能找到题目就行，给分吧，楼主

⑥ 欧亨利 短篇小说

1、《麦琪的礼物》

《麦琪的礼物》是欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述的是一个圣诞节里发生在社会下层的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金仅够维持生活的小职员，女主人公德拉是一位贤惠善良的主妇。

他们的生活贫穷，但吉姆和德拉各自拥有一样极珍贵的宝物。吉姆有祖传的一块金表，德拉有一头美丽的瀑布般的秀发。

为了能在圣诞节送给对方一件礼物，吉姆卖掉了他的金表为德拉买了一套“纯玳瑁做的，边上镶着珠宝”的梳子；

德拉卖掉了自己的长发为吉姆买了一条白金表链。他们都为对方舍弃了自己最宝贵的东西，而换来的礼物却因此变得毫无作用了。

2、《警察与赞美诗》

《警察与赞美诗》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说。该短篇小说讲述的是一个穷困潦倒，无家可归的流浪汉苏比，因为寒冬想去监狱熬过，所以故意犯罪，去饭店吃霸王餐，扰乱治安，偷他人的伞，调戏妇女等，然而这些都没有让他如愿进监狱；

最后，当他在教堂里被赞美诗所感动，想要从新开始，改邪归正的时候，警察却将他送进了监狱。该小说展示了当时美国下层人民无以为生的悲惨命运。

“警察”和“赞美诗”在标题中虽然是形式上对等排列，但作为支配人类生存选择的两股力量是不对等的。在警察与赞美诗的二元对立中，以“警察”为代表的国家政权永远支配着和控制着以“赞美诗为代表的精神力量。

3、《最后一片叶子》

《最后一片叶子》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。该作品描写一位老画家为患肺炎而奄奄一息的穷学生画最后一片常春藤叶的故事。

琼西在寒冷的十一月患上了严重的肺炎，并且其病情越来越重。作为画家的她，将生命的希望寄托在窗外最后一片藤叶上，以为藤叶落下之时，就是她生命结束之时。

于是，她失去了活下去的勇气和信念。作为她的朋友苏很伤心，便将琼西的想法告诉了老画家贝尔曼，这个老画家是个脾气火爆，爱取笑人的酒鬼，终日与酒为伴。

画了近四十年的画，一事无成，每天都说要创作出一篇惊世之作，却始终只是空谈。但是他对这两位年青的画家却是照顾有佳。他听到了此事后，便骂了一通，但仍无计可施。

然而令人惊奇的事发生了：尽管屋外的风刮得那样厉害，而锯齿形的叶子边缘已经枯萎发黄，但它仍然长在高高的藤枝上。

琼西看到最后一片叶子仍然挂在树上，叶子经过凛冽的寒风依然可以存留下来， 自己为什么不能？于是又重拾生的信念，顽强地活了下来。

可是故事并不是到此就结束了，真相才刚刚打开：原来是年过六旬的贝尔曼，在一个风雨交加的夜晚，为了画上最后一片藤叶，因着凉，染上了肺炎。在他生命的最后时刻，他终于完成了令人震撼的杰作。

4、《二十年后》

《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的短篇小说作品。一对在纽约一起长大、情同兄弟的朋友鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯，他们在鲍勃即将启程去西部冒险的时候，约定20年后在同样的时间、地点再次见面。

20年来，他们谁也不曾忘记过这个约定。鲍勃从西部不远万里来赴约，支撑他的是只要对方还记得这次约定，那无论做什么都是值得的。对于鲍勃来说，吉米永远都是最忠实、最令他信任的朋友。

然而，20年后再见面时，等待他们的不是重逢的喜悦，命运却把他们分别放在了法律天平的两端，鲍勃是警方正在通缉的要犯，而吉米却是接到命令努力追捕“狡猾的鲍勃”的警察。

对于吉米来说，究竟是继续保持对挚友的忠诚，还是履行自己作为警察的职责，他最终选择了后者。

该小说通过这两个青年20年后重逢之际所发生的意外变化，反映了美国19世纪后半期到第一次世界大战前美国社会生活各方面的深刻变迁。

5、《红毛酋长的赎金》

《红毛酋长的赎金》，欧亨利的短篇小说作品，文章讲述了一个绑架的故事。

“我”与比尔在一个名叫顶峰镇的地方，绑架了这个镇上有名望的居民埃比尼泽多塞特的独子，“我们”原想靠他去敲诈埃比尼泽；

然而“我们”万万没想到，这个孩子捉弄人，一开始，“我们”三个扮印第安人玩，后来这个孩子越来越嚣张，越来越捉弄人，还把其中一个人弄伤了，让比尔差点成了精神崩溃者。

最后“我”把勒索信送到埃比尼泽的家，可后来“我们”却被埃比尼泽给敲诈，实在是因为“我们”无法忍受着个孩子，最后的结果，“我们”把孩子送回去，并且给了他父亲250元。

⑦ 欧亨利短篇小说 英文

O. Henry stories are famous for their surprise endings. He was called the American Guy De Maupassant. Both authors wrote twist endings, but O. Henry stories were much more playful and optimistic.

Most of O. Henry's stories are set in his own time, the early years of the 20th century. Many take place in New York City, and deal for the most part with ordinary people: clerks, policemen, waitresses. His stories are also well known for witty narration.

Fundamentally a proct of his time, O. Henry's work provides one of the best English examples of catching the entire flavor of an age. Whether roaming the cattle-lands of Texas, exploring the art of the "gentle grafter", or investigating the tensions of class and wealth in turn-of-the-century New York, O. Henry had an inimitable hand for isolating some element of society and describing it with an incredible economy and grace of language. Some of his best and least-known work resides in the collection Cabbages and Kings, a series of stories which each explore some indivial aspect of life in a paralytically sleepy Central American town while each advancing some aspect of the larger plot and relating back one to another in a complex structure which slowly explicates its own background even as it painstakingly erects a town which is one of the most detailed literary creations of the period.

The Four Million (a collection of stories) opens with a reference to Ward McAllister's "assertion that there were only 'Four Hundred' people in New York City who were really worth noticing. But a wiser man has arisen—the census taker—and his larger estimate of human interest has been preferred in marking out the field of these little stories of the 'Four Million'". To O. Henry, everyone in New York counted. He had an obvious affection for the city, which he called "Bagdad-on-the-Subway,"[1] and many of his stories are set there—but others are set in small towns and in other cities.
"A Municipal Report" opens by quoting Frank Norris: "Fancy a novel about Chicago or Buffalo, let us say, or Nashville, Tennessee! There are just three big cities in the United States that are 'story cities'—New York, of course, New Orleans, and, best of the lot, San Francisco." Thumbing his nose at Norris, O. Henry sets the story in Nashville.
"The Gift of the Magi" concerns a young couple who are short of money but desperately want to buy each other Christmas gifts. Unbeknownst to Jim, Della sells her most valuable possession, her beautiful hair, in order to buy a platinum fob chain for Jim's watch; unbeknownst to Della, Jim sells his most valuable possession, his watch, to buy jeweled combs for Della's hair. The essential premise of this story has been copied, re-worked, parodied, and otherwise re-told countless times in the century since it was written.
"The Ransom of Red Chief" concerns two men who kidnap a boy of ten. The boy turns out to be so bratty and obnoxious that the desperate men ultimately pay the boy's father two hundred and fifty dollars to take him back.
"The Cop and the Anthem" concerns a New York City hobo named Soapy, who sets out to get arrested so he can spend the cold winter as a guest of the city jail. Despite efforts at petty theft, vandalism, disorderly conct, and "mashing", Soapy fails to draw the attention of the police. Disconsolate, he pauses in front of a church, where an organ anthem inspires him to clean up his life—whereupon he is promptly arrested for loitering.
"A Retrieved Reformation" has safecracker Jimmy Valentine take a job in a small-town bank in order to case it for a planned robbery. Unexpectedly, he falls in love with the banker's daughter, and decides to go straight. Just as he's about to leave to deliver his specialized tools to an old associate, a lawman who recognizes him arrives at the bank, and a child locks herself in the airtight vault. Knowing it will seal his fate, Valentine cracks open the safe to rescue the child—and the lawman lets him go.
"Compliments of the Season" describes several characters' misadventures ring Christmas .

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