欧亨利短篇小说集英文

㈠ 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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㈡ 欧亨利的小说中英文对照

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㈢ 欧亨利短篇小说《荆棘丝王子》和《艺术大师》的英文名是什么

《荆棘丝王子》:"Thorns silk Prince"
《艺术大师》:"Artist"

㈣ 欧亨利著名的作品有哪些

欧亨利著名的作品有《麦琪的礼物》、《警察与赞美诗》、《最后一片叶子》、《二十年后》、《红毛酋长的赎金》等。

1、《麦琪的礼物》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》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。

3、《最后一片叶子》是美国作家欧·亨利的作品。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长春藤叶的故事。老画家贝尔曼是一个在社会底层挣扎了一辈子的小人物，一生饱经风霜、穷困潦倒，却热爱绘画艺术，为挽救一个青年画家的生命而献出了自己的生命。

4、《二十年后》是美国作家欧·亨利的作品。两个美国青年——鲍勃和吉米·威尔斯是一对非常要好的朋友，当鲍勃要到西部去创业时，他们相约20年后在纽约大乔勃拉地饭馆相会。

然而当在西部闯荡了20年并且正受芝加哥警方辑捕的鲍勃赶到纽约来践约时，在纽约已当了巡警的吉米以出人意料的手段逮捕了鲍勃。

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、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。

㈤ 欧亨利的短篇小说有哪些

1、《麦琪的礼物》

《麦琪的礼物》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》

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。

3、《最后一片常春藤叶》

是美国著名短篇小说家欧·亨利创作于1907年的作品。小说讲述了老画家费曼为了使患肺炎的年轻女画家莲安获得生的希望，在一个夜晚冒着暴风雨在墙上画上了最后一片常春藤叶，因而不幸罹患肺炎去世的故事。全文语言幽默，结构巧妙，特别是结尾出人意料，给人以极大的震撼。

4、《带家具出租的房间》

《带家具出租的房间》中的男主人公和他找寻的女孩不仅死在了同一个房间中，甚至选择了相同的方式，也许有人会说，在这样的房间中，煤气自杀最为方便，是自杀的首选。但是，我们仍不能排除其他的可能。这样的一种看似偶然的巧合在欧·亨利的安排下，似乎处于意料之外，又处于情理之中。而在小说中导致悲剧的结局的重要因素，我想女房东起着一定的作用。女房东为了出租房间，不惜欺骗男主人公，这不得不看做是资产阶级自私的丑恶嘴脸的一种体现。

5、《爱的牺牲》

该小说中，主人公们用彼此纯洁的心灵、真挚的情感和崇高的牺牲精神给予了爱情最美丽的诠释，尽管他们的努力无法从根本上改变生活和艺术之间的矛盾，但却让对方看到了相互为爱的付出，看到了彼此爱情的忠贞。生活的贫穷和捉襟见肘并没有磨灭他们对爱情的坚贞和信仰，表面上看，夫妻双方虽然都放弃了自己的挚爱追求，但彼此之间纯真、炙热的爱情却得以进一步升华。

㈥ 《最后一片长春藤叶》（欧亨利）全文

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在华盛顿广场西面的一个小区里，街道仿佛发了狂似地，分成了许多叫做“巷子”的小胡同。这些“巷子”形成许多奇特的角度和曲线。一条街本身往往交叉一两回。

有一次，一个艺术家发现这条街有它可贵之处。如果一个商人去收颜料、纸张和画布的账款，在这条街上转弯抹角、大兜圈子的时候，突然碰上一文钱也没收到，空手而回的他自己，那才有意思呢！

因此，搞艺术的人不久都到这个古色天香的格林威治村来了。他们逛来逛去，寻找朝北的窗户，18世纪的三角墙，荷兰式的阁楼，以及低廉的房租。接着，他们又从六马路买来了一些锡蜡杯子和一两只烘锅，组成了一个“艺术区”。

苏艾和琼珊在一座矮墩墩的三层砖屋的顶楼设立了她们的画室。“琼珊”是琼娜的昵称。两人一个是从缅因州来的；另一个的家乡是加利福尼亚州。她们是在八马路上一家“德尔蒙尼戈饭馆”里吃客饭时碰到的，彼此一谈，发现她们对于艺术、饮食、衣着的口味十分相投，结果便联合租下那间画室。

那是五月间的事。到了十一月，一个冷酷无情，肉眼看不见，医生管他叫“肺炎”的不速之客，在艺术区里潜蹑着，用他的冰冷的手指这儿碰碰那儿摸摸。

在广场的东面，这个坏家伙明目张胆地走动着，每闯一次祸，受害的人总有几十个。但是，在这错综复杂，狭窄而苔藓遍地的“巷子”里，他的脚步却放慢了。

“肺炎先生”并不是你们所谓的扶弱济困的老绅士。一个弱小的女人，已经被加利福尼亚的西风吹得没有什么血色了，当然经不起那个有着红拳关，气吁吁的老家伙的常识。但他竟然打击了琼珊；她躺在那张漆过的铁床上，一动也不动，望着荷兰式小窗外对面砖屋的墙壁。

出处：出自美国作家欧·亨利的《最后一片叶子》。

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创作背景：

18世纪末19世纪初，美国社会生活方面的发展变化，对本国文学产生了深刻的影响，南北战争以前的文学，由于受资本主义民主、博爱、自由等理想的鼓舞，作家们大多用浪漫主义手法进行文学创作。

而在年南北之战后，由于生活理想的破灭，作家们大多转以现实主义手法来表现时代社会生活，欧·亨利就是这些理想破灭的作家中的一个。1900年到1920年期间，是美国历史发展的黄金时期。欧·亨利的大部分素材来自其在纽约所接触的各层人士及所见所闻。

他在作品中生动刻画了社会各个阶层的世态人情，留下了那个时代美国社会大动荡、大变迁的深刻烙印。他的整个创作，都在揭露社会生活的不公平、不合理、不正常和同情下层社会人民悲惨命运，但歌颂人性美，是欧·亨利文学创作的主流，表现了作家对人性理想的执著追求。

特别是着力挖掘和赞美小人物的伟大人格和高尚品德，塑造个性鲜明的人性基督形象，展示他们向往人性世界的美好愿望。这样的作品基调契合了当时美国社会总体上呈上升趋势的景象，反映了普通民众虽际遇叵测却不乏信心和希望。

欧亨利最多的小说题材是有关美国城市生活的篇目，而其中最负盛名的故事大都发生在纽约的大街小巷，这类题材的小说与西部题材小说相比，大多灰暗、阴郁，充满城市生活的无奈与辛酸。欧·亨利对于美国下层的社会生活是非常熟悉的，一生的艰难坎坷。

使他深切地感受了底层社会的痛苦与不幸，也看透了美国豺狼社会的罪恶本质。欧亨利是个人道主义者，在此类城市题材的作品中，除了对普通小人物的关注和同情之外，也描写了城市中的上流社会，展现社会生活的不公平、不合理、不正常。

㈦ 《欧亨利短篇小说》英文读后感

《欧·亨利短篇小说选》是美国短篇小说大师欧·亨利作品的选集。书中，社会上那些巧取豪夺，坑蒙拐骗，利欲熏心，尔虞我诈的“上流人物”，“得意之徒”们的丑恶行径，被揭露无遗。通过他们的种种表现，形象逼真，不拘一格地向读者展现了“文明社会”的黑暗与滑稽本质，弱肉强食与天良丧尽的现实，并喻示在金钱万能，唯利是图的生存环境中，人性的异化和畸变。
然而在众多对丑恶人性的描写之中，也不乏许多使人肃然起敬的“小人物”，让人对荒诞，滑稽的故事漠然一笑之后，感慨万千。留给我印象最深的是《两位感恩节的绅士》这篇文章，它让我真正领略到了人性的魅力。
故事讲了两位美国绅士——其中一人根本不能称之为绅士，他只能说是一个常年受饥饿折磨的穷人。在他们之间有个奇怪的约定——每年感恩节，穷人便会坐在联邦广场喷水池对面人行道旁边东入口右面的第三条长凳上，等待着老绅士的到来。老绅士来了之后，会带这位饥肠辘辘的穷人饱餐一顿。这就是他们之间神圣的约定。对老绅士而言，一顿饭钱简直微不足道，但是，他却从其中找到了助人的乐趣。而穷人的目的也并不完全是在于那顿丰盛的饭菜，更重要的是能使一位老人如自己所愿。
这个传统延续了九年之久，第十年的感恩节，穷人照惯例走在去约会地点的路上。可出乎意料的事发生了。半路上，穷人被一幢住宅的管家请进了门，并可以享受一顿丰盛的大餐。原来住宅的主人——两位老太太，也有一个奇怪的传统——在正午把第一个饥饿的路人请进门，让他大吃大喝，饱餐一顿。饥饿的穷人抵挡不住事物的诱惑，畅开肚子，吃了起来。当他心满意足地走出住宅时，才想起了和老绅士的约定。但他还是如约与老绅士碰了面。老绅士将他带到了一处餐厅，穷人为了不扫老绅士的兴，只能装作饥饿难奈地狼吞虎咽起来。尽管穷人那时只剩下挪动身子和呼吸的确力气了。穷人吃完后，老绅士付了帐，两人便道了别。
《最后一片叶子》，一译《最后的长春藤》，他描写患肺炎的穷学生琼西看着窗外对面情上的爬山虎叶子不断被风吹落，他说，最后一片叶子代表她，它的飘落，代表自己的死亡。贝尔曼，一个伟大的画家，在听完苏讲述完同学琼西的故事后，在最后一片叶子飘落，下着暴雨的夜里，用心灵的画笔画出了一片“永不凋落”的长春藤叶，编造了一个善良且真实的谎言，而自己却从此患上肺炎，一病不起。
如今，最后一片常春藤叶依然留在古老的墙面；琼西也绽放出了往日的笑容；伟大的画家贝尔曼永远留在人们的心中。读完《最后一片叶子》我很感动，为一种平实的感情，希望你也会。但面对自己的未来，我们不应像琼西那样等待别人来为自己画上“最后一片叶子”，让我们对自己说：“永不放弃，在任何时刻！”
《警察与圣歌》写一位年轻人因感人生无希望而做尽坏事，希望能在狱中了结一生，可是警察总是没有拘捕他。后来到他终於觉悟自由的宝贵时，却被警察因游荡罪而拘捕，反映出人生无常，很多事情也是在我们的意料之外。这样的结局令人惊奇之余，玩味不已，让作品结束得言有尽而意无穷，使我在合卷之后仍思索回味。

突破事物发展的常态，以一个意料不到的转折作结局固然是一种成功的小说写作方法，但也不宜每篇套用，否则会伤害作品本身的内容，失去作品的内涵。滥用意外的结尾，会使人觉得烦厌，要适当地使用方能收出人意表之效，所以欧亨利不是在每篇的作品中都有明显的意外式结局，他所写的故事虽在意料之外，却在情理之中，令我再三回味，经久耐读。

㈧ 如何把《欧亨利短篇小说集》译成英语

selected short stories of O.Henry
我的书上就是这样写的

㈨ 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.

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