亨利英文短篇小说

1. 《二十年后》（欧亨利）全文

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纽约的一条大街上，一位值勤的警察正沿街走着。一阵冷飕飕的风向他迎面吹来。已近夜间10点，街上的行人寥寥无几了。

在一家小店铺的门口，昏暗的灯光下站着一个男子。他的嘴里叼着一支没有点燃的雪茄烟。警察放慢了脚步，认真地看了他一眼，然后，向那个男子走了过去。

“这儿没有出什么事，警官先生。”看见警察向自己走来，那个男子很快地说，“我只是在这儿等一位朋友罢了。这是20年前定下的一个约会。你听了觉得稀奇，是吗？好吧，如果有兴致听的话，我来给你讲讲。大约20年前，这儿，这个店铺现在所占的地方，原来是一家餐馆……”

“那餐馆5年前就被拆除了。”警察接上去说。

男子划了根火柴，点燃了叼在嘴上的雪茄。借着火柴的亮光，警察发现这个男子脸色苍白，右眼角附近有一块小小的白色的伤疤。

“20年前的今天晚上，”男子继续说，“我和吉米·维尔斯在这儿的餐馆共进晚餐。哦，吉米是我最要好的朋友。我们俩都是在纽约这个城市里长大的。从孩提时候起，我们就亲密无间，情同手足。

当时，我正准备第二天早上就动身到西部去谋生。那天夜晚临分手的时候，我们俩约定：20年后的同一日期、同一时间，我们俩将来到这里再次相会。”

“这听起来倒挺有意思的。”警察说，“你们分手以后，你就没有收到过你那位朋友的信吗？”

“哦，收到过他的信。有一段时间我们曾相互通信。”那男子 说，“可是一两年之后，我们就失去了联系。你知道，西部是个很大的地方。而我呢，又总是不断地东奔西跑。可我相信，吉米只要还活着，就一定会来这儿和我相会的。他是我最信得过的朋友啦。”

说完，男子从口袋里掏出一块小巧玲球的金表。表上的宝石在黑暗中闪闪发光。“九点五十七分了。”

他说，“我们上一次是十点整在这儿的餐馆分手的。”

“你在西部混得不错吧？”警察问道。

“当然罗！吉米的光景要是能赶上我的一半就好了。啊，实在不容易啊！这些年来，我一直不得不东奔西跑……”

又是一阵冷赠飕的风穿街而过。接着，一片沉寂。他们俩谁也没有说话。过了一会儿，警察准备离开这里。

“我得走了，”他对那个男子说，“我希望你的朋友很快就会到来。假如他不准时赶来，你会离开这儿吗？”

“不会的。我起码要再等他半个小时。如果吉米他还活在人间，他到时候一定会来到这儿的。就说这些吧，再见，警官先生。”

“再见，先生。”警察一边说着，一边沿街走去，街上已经没有行人了，空荡荡的。

出处：出自美国作家欧·亨利的《二十年后》。

(1)亨利英文短篇小说扩展阅读：

创作背景：

1862年，美国林肯总统在《宅地法》中规定，任何公民只需交15美元的证件费，便可在美国西部得到一块相当于160英亩的土地；在这块土地上连续耕作五年以上就可成为这块土地的主人，这一措施民主地解决了独立战争期间的土地问题，同时激发了美国人勤劳创业、发财的热情。

这时的人们纯朴、勤劳、勇敢，充满活力和生气，他们彼此重义气、讲交情，尽管他们在对付满腔怒火的印第安人时也干尽了野蛮的掠夺、杀戮等强盗行径，正如在西部文学作品中所看到的那样。

但也许是远离城市，西部资产阶级内部尚未染上唯利是图、尔虞我诈的恶习，或者说为对付险恶的自然环境他们尚未顾及内部的倾轧和吞并。

19世纪末20世纪初期的美国，处于资本主义飞速发展阶段，出现了资本集中和无产阶级的贫困化，同时，中小资产阶级的破产及失业大军的不断扩大，使美国社会的阶级矛盾不断尖锐化和表面化。

美国南北战争以前的文学，由于受资本主义的民主、自由理想所鼓舞，作家们多用浪漫主义手法进行创作；战后的文学，由于生活理想的破灭，作家们多以现实主义手法来表现生活。欧·亨利就是这些理想破灭了的作家中的一个，其人生之路崎岖、艰苦而又不幸。

欧·亨利当过牧童、药剂师、办事员、制图员、出纳员等。欧·亨利长期生活在下层，形形色色的社会现象使他对这些矛盾心感身受。在他优秀的作品中，对资本主义腐朽的制度、狰狞的法律、虚伪的道德、庸俗的生活等各个方面的丑恶现象，都做了一定程度的揭露、讽刺和批判。

2. 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

3. 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。

4. 谁能给我一篇《欧 亨利短篇小说》的英文读书笔记

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。
故事的结局是——两人在回家的路上都晕了过去，被送进了医院。穷人是因为吃得太撑，几乎撑破了胃，而老绅士，一位在前些日子还家财万贯的富翁则是因为三天三夜没有吃东西，身体脱虚，而在路上倒了下来。
读这篇文章就好像是在嚼一只橄榄，甜味中带了一丝酸涩，让人在漠然一笑之后，思索良久。
文中的主人公，充其量不过是两个“小人物”，然而反映初等推己及人，相濡以沫的人性魅力却是那些“大人物”，“权贵们”所无法匹敌的。
那位老绅士在身上只剩下一点钱的情况下，完全可以不去赴约，但是他看重的不是金钱，而是诚信，他宁可饿死也不愿意食言。相比如今社会上一些只要自己利益受到损害就不择手段的人来说，老绅士的人性魅力显露无遗。再看那个穷人，尽管吃不饱穿不暖，没有受什么教育，但是他比任何受过良好教育的“权贵”都充满魅力——那是人性的魅力，他可以对老绅士说自己已经饱了，可他为了圆老绅士的心愿，咬紧牙关，把饭菜吃得干干净净。也许这很可笑，可是却是不是多么伟大，多么令人钦佩！
读了这篇文章，我知道了人性的伟大力量，我也立志要像那两个绅士一样，不求活得轰轰烈烈，但求真真实实，充满意义，有所追求！！！

5. 求欧亨利短篇小说全集txt！！！！跪求

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《欧·亨利短篇小说精选》精选了欧·亨利最优秀的二十九篇短篇小说。

6. 欧亨利的小说中英文对照

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7. 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。

8. 欧亨利(O.Henry) 短篇小说《饕餮姻缘》的英文原名是什么

Cupid a la Carte

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Title: Cupid a la Carte
Author: O Henry [More Titles by Henry]

"The dispositions of woman," said Jeff Peters, after various opinions on the subject had been advanced, "run, regular, to diversions. What a woman wants is what you're out of. She wants more of a thing when it's scarce. She likes to have souvenirs of things that never happened. She likes to be reminded of things she never heard of. A one-sided view of objects is disjointing to the female composition.
"'Tis a misfortune of mine, begotten by nature and travel," continued Jeff, looking thoughtfully between his elevated feet at the grocery stove, "to look deeper into some subjects than most people do. I've breathed gasoline smoke talking to street crowds in nearly every town in the United States. I've held 'em spellbound with music, oratory, sleight of hand, and prevarications, while I've sold 'em jewelry, medicine, soap, hair tonic, and junk of other nominations. And ring my travels, as a matter of recreation and expiation, I've taken cognisance some of women. It takes a man a lifetime to find out about one particular woman; but if he puts in, say, ten years, instrious and curious, he can acquire the general rudiments of the sex. One lesson I picked up was when I was working the West with a line of Brazilian diamonds and a patent fire kindler just after my trip from Savannah down through the cotton belt with Dalby's Anti-explosive Lamp Oil Powder. 'Twas when the Oklahoma country was in first bloom. Guthrie was rising in the middle of it like a lump of self-raising dough. It was a boom town of the regular kind--you stood in line to get a chance to wash your face; if you ate over ten minutes you had a lodging bill added on; if you slept on a plank at night they charged it to you as board the next morning.

9. 欧亨利的代表作有哪些

《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》

《麦琪的礼物》欧·亨利创作的短篇小说，讲述了一对穷困的年轻夫妇忍痛割爱互赠圣诞礼物的故事，反映了美国下层人民生活的艰难，赞美了主人公善良的心地和纯真爱情。

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。

3、《最后一片叶子》

《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》

《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、《红毛酋长的赎金》

世界短篇小说之王欧亨利的作品，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。

参考资料来源：网络——欧·亨利