亨利英文短篇小說

1. 《二十年後》（歐亨利）全文

全文：

紐約的一條大街上，一位值勤的警察正沿街走著。一陣冷颼颼的風向他迎面吹來。已近夜間10點，街上的行人寥寥無幾了。

在一家小店鋪的門口，昏暗的燈光下站著一個男子。他的嘴裡叼著一支沒有點燃的雪茄煙。警察放慢了腳步，認真地看了他一眼，然後，向那個男子走了過去。

「這兒沒有出什麼事，警官先生。」看見警察向自己走來，那個男子很快地說，「我只是在這兒等一位朋友罷了。這是20年前定下的一個約會。你聽了覺得稀奇，是嗎？好吧，如果有興致聽的話，我來給你講講。大約20年前，這兒，這個店鋪現在所佔的地方，原來是一家餐館……」

「那餐館5年前就被拆除了。」警察接上去說。

男子劃了根火柴，點燃了叼在嘴上的雪茄。借著火柴的亮光，警察發現這個男子臉色蒼白，右眼角附近有一塊小小的白色的傷疤。

「20年前的今天晚上，」男子繼續說，「我和吉米·維爾斯在這兒的餐館共進晚餐。哦，吉米是我最要好的朋友。我們倆都是在紐約這個城市裡長大的。從孩提時候起，我們就親密無間，情同手足。

當時，我正准備第二天早上就動身到西部去謀生。那天夜晚臨分手的時候，我們倆約定：20年後的同一日期、同一時間，我們倆將來到這里再次相會。」

「這聽起來倒挺有意思的。」警察說，「你們分手以後，你就沒有收到過你那位朋友的信嗎？」

「哦，收到過他的信。有一段時間我們曾相互通信。」那男子 說，「可是一兩年之後，我們就失去了聯系。你知道，西部是個很大的地方。而我呢，又總是不斷地東奔西跑。可我相信，吉米只要還活著，就一定會來這兒和我相會的。他是我最信得過的朋友啦。」

說完，男子從口袋裡掏出一塊小巧玲球的金錶。表上的寶石在黑暗中閃閃發光。「九點五十七分了。」

他說，「我們上一次是十點整在這兒的餐館分手的。」

「你在西部混得不錯吧？」警察問道。

「當然羅！吉米的光景要是能趕上我的一半就好了。啊，實在不容易啊！這些年來，我一直不得不東奔西跑……」

又是一陣冷贈颼的風穿街而過。接著，一片沉寂。他們倆誰也沒有說話。過了一會兒，警察准備離開這里。

「我得走了，」他對那個男子說，「我希望你的朋友很快就會到來。假如他不準時趕來，你會離開這兒嗎？」

「不會的。我起碼要再等他半個小時。如果吉米他還活在人間，他到時候一定會來到這兒的。就說這些吧，再見，警官先生。」

「再見，先生。」警察一邊說著，一邊沿街走去，街上已經沒有行人了，空盪盪的。

出處：出自美國作家歐·亨利的《二十年後》。

(1)亨利英文短篇小說擴展閱讀：

創作背景：

1862年，美國林肯總統在《宅地法》中規定，任何公民只需交15美元的證件費，便可在美國西部得到一塊相當於160英畝的土地；在這塊土地上連續耕作五年以上就可成為這塊土地的主人，這一措施民主地解決了獨立戰爭期間的土地問題，同時激發了美國人勤勞創業、發財的熱情。

這時的人們純朴、勤勞、勇敢，充滿活力和生氣，他們彼此重義氣、講交情，盡管他們在對付滿腔怒火的印第安人時也干盡了野蠻的掠奪、殺戮等強盜行徑，正如在西部文學作品中所看到的那樣。

但也許是遠離城市，西部資產階級內部尚未染上唯利是圖、爾虞我詐的惡習，或者說為對付險惡的自然環境他們尚未顧及內部的傾軋和吞並。

19世紀末20世紀初期的美國，處於資本主義飛速發展階段，出現了資本集中和無產階級的貧困化，同時，中小資產階級的破產及失業大軍的不斷擴大，使美國社會的階級矛盾不斷尖銳化和表面化。

美國南北戰爭以前的文學，由於受資本主義的民主、自由理想所鼓舞，作家們多用浪漫主義手法進行創作；戰後的文學，由於生活理想的破滅，作家們多以現實主義手法來表現生活。歐·亨利就是這些理想破滅了的作家中的一個，其人生之路崎嶇、艱苦而又不幸。

歐·亨利當過牧童、葯劑師、辦事員、制圖員、出納員等。歐·亨利長期生活在下層，形形色色的社會現象使他對這些矛盾心感身受。在他優秀的作品中，對資本主義腐朽的制度、猙獰的法律、虛偽的道德、庸俗的生活等各個方面的丑惡現象，都做了一定程度的揭露、諷刺和批判。

2. 求歐亨利的英文短篇小說，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/ 歐亨利的全在裡面了，只要你能找到題目就行，給分吧，樓主

3. 歐亨利中英文短篇小說集

愛洋蔥有很多歐亨利中英文短篇小說，而且還是中英雙語的，下面的只是一部分，如果你感興趣可以去網站看看。

《三葉草和棕櫚樹》Shamrock and the Palm
借主人公之口，回憶了克蘭西從一位暴君的魔掌中逃脫的故事。

《失語漫遊》A Ramble in Aphasia
如果有一天，你一覺醒來發現自己失憶了，你會怎麼辦？歐·亨利的《失語漫遊》講述的正是一個失憶者的故事。一位成天鑽研法律的名律師，幾乎與娛樂絕緣，他的生活可謂了無生趣。有一天他的生活突然有趣了起來：他帶著巨款，在客車上失憶了！接下來他該何去何從？且看歐·亨利如何將一個成功男士失憶後的心理、生活狀態寫得惟妙惟肖！

《黃狗自傳》Memoirs of a Yellow Dog
動物會寫文章？動物會用語言表達自己？一隻黃狗會有怎樣的傾訴欲。歐·亨利短篇小說《黃狗自傳》，以一隻黃狗為第一人稱，講述一隻狗的日常生活

《恭賀佳節》Compliments of the Season
流浪漢、布娃娃、百元大鈔、百萬富翁、聖誕佳節這看似風馬牛不相及的一切到底有何關聯？走進歐·亨利千回百轉、光怪陸離、驚奇不斷的奇妙小說世界，《恭賀佳節》即將向您揭曉滿意的答案。

《巴格達之雞》A Bird of Bagdad
一個謎語引發了一群人的思考，歐·亨利似的結尾總能在最後讓讀者恍然大悟，又或者啞然失笑。奎格在路上偶遇一個小伙，小夥子為了取得參加心上人生日宴會的資格，正在為一個謎語而困惑不已。

《沒有結局的故事》An Unfinished Story
描寫了一位每周只掙五美圓的貧窮女工達爾西在闊佬的誘惑下，雖一時動搖但最終拒絕。她復雜的內心世界被真實的表現出來。

《鞋》Shoes
《鞋》是由一個玩笑引發的故事，讀來詼諧幽默又意味深長。小說的結尾是典型的「歐·亨利式
的結尾」，既在意料之外，又在情理之中。美國駐科拉里奧領事約翰收到了來自家鄉的一封信，咨詢關於來科拉里奧開鞋店是否可行。出於消遣，他回信說這里急需一家鞋店。實際情況則是，這個三千多人的小鎮沒有幾個人願受穿鞋之苦。沒想到，真的有人變賣了家產，滿懷希望載著鞋子來了，而這個人竟然還是約翰心上人的父親……

《閃光的金子》The Gold That Glittered
自以為是的騙子自作聰明卻弄巧成拙，有勇無謀的將軍無心插柳卻誤打誤撞狠狠地捉弄了騙子。世事難料，往往事與願違，是造化弄人，還是萬事皆有因？歐·亨利的短篇小說《閃光的金子》向我們講述了這樣一個荒謬的幽默諷喻故事。

4. 誰能給我一篇《歐 亨利短篇小說》的英文讀書筆記

歐·亨利短篇小說選》是美國短篇小說大師歐·亨利作品的選集。書中，社會上那些巧取豪奪，坑蒙拐騙，利慾熏心，爾虞我詐的「上流人物」，「得意之徒」們的丑惡行徑，被揭露無遺。通過他們的種種表現，形象逼真，不拘一格地向讀者展現了「文明社會」的黑暗與滑稽本質，弱肉強食與天良喪盡的現實，並喻示在金錢萬能，唯利是圖的生存環境中，人性的異化和畸變。
然而在眾多對丑惡人性的描寫之中，也不乏許多使人肅然起敬的「小人物」，讓人對荒誕，滑稽的故事漠然一笑之後，感慨萬千。留給我印象最深的是《兩位感恩節的紳士》這篇文章，它讓我真正領略到了人性的魅力。
故事講了兩位美國紳士——其中一人根本不能稱之為紳士，他只能說是一個常年受飢餓折磨的窮人。在他們之間有個奇怪的約定——每年感恩節，窮人便會坐在聯邦廣場噴水池對面人行道旁邊東入口右面的第三條長凳上，等待著老紳士的到來。老紳士來了之後，會帶這位飢腸轆轆的窮人飽餐一頓。這就是他們之間神聖的約定。對老紳士而言，一頓飯錢簡直微不足道，但是，他卻從其中找到了助人的樂趣。而窮人的目的也並不完全是在於那頓豐盛的飯菜，更重要的是能使一位老人如自己所願。
這個傳統延續了九年之久，第十年的感恩節，窮人照慣例走在去約會地點的路上。可出乎意料的事發生了。半路上，窮人被一幢住宅的管家請進了門，並可以享受一頓豐盛的大餐。原來住宅的主人——兩位老太太，也有一個奇怪的傳統——在正午把第一個飢餓的路人請進門，讓他大吃大喝，飽餐一頓。飢餓的窮人抵擋不住事物的誘惑，暢開肚子，吃了起來。當他心滿意足地走出住宅時，才想起了和老紳士的約定。但他還是如約與老紳士碰了面。老紳士將他帶到了一處餐廳，窮人為了不掃老紳士的興，只能裝作飢餓難奈地狼吞虎咽起來。盡管窮人那時只剩下挪動身子和呼吸的確力氣了。窮人吃完後，老紳士付了帳，兩人便道了別。
故事的結局是——兩人在回家的路上都暈了過去，被送進了醫院。窮人是因為吃得太撐，幾乎撐破了胃，而老紳士，一位在前些日子還家財萬貫的富翁則是因為三天三夜沒有吃東西，身體脫虛，而在路上倒了下來。
讀這篇文章就好像是在嚼一隻橄欖，甜味中帶了一絲酸澀，讓人在漠然一笑之後，思索良久。
文中的主人公，充其量不過是兩個「小人物」，然而反映初等推己及人，相濡以沫的人性魅力卻是那些「大人物」，「權貴們」所無法匹敵的。
那位老紳士在身上只剩下一點錢的情況下，完全可以不去赴約，但是他看重的不是金錢，而是誠信，他寧可餓死也不願意食言。相比如今社會上一些只要自己利益受到損害就不擇手段的人來說，老紳士的人性魅力顯露無遺。再看那個窮人，盡管吃不飽穿不暖，沒有受什麼教育，但是他比任何受過良好教育的「權貴」都充滿魅力——那是人性的魅力，他可以對老紳士說自己已經飽了，可他為了圓老紳士的心願，咬緊牙關，把飯菜吃得乾乾凈凈。也許這很可笑，可是卻是不是多麼偉大，多麼令人欽佩！
讀了這篇文章，我知道了人性的偉大力量，我也立志要像那兩個紳士一樣，不求活得轟轟烈烈，但求真真實實，充滿意義，有所追求！！！

5. 求歐亨利短篇小說全集txt！！！！跪求

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《歐·亨利短篇小說精選》精選了歐·亨利最優秀的二十九篇短篇小說。

6. 歐亨利的小說中英文對照

歐亨利短篇小說全集.txt下載: http://bn7fze.miaomiaoshuwu.com/file/22215238-410628117 點擊普通下載即可^_^

7. 歐亨利的短篇小說有哪些

1、《麥琪的禮物》

《麥琪的禮物》講述的是一個聖誕節里發生在社會下層的小家庭中的故事。男主人公吉姆是一位薪金僅夠維持生活的小職員，女主人公德拉是一位賢惠善良的主婦。他們的生活貧窮，但吉姆和德拉各自擁有一樣極珍貴的寶物。吉姆有祖傳的一塊金錶，德拉有一頭美麗的瀑布般的秀發。

為了能在聖誕節送給對方一件禮物，吉姆賣掉了他的金錶為德拉買了一套「純玳瑁做的，邊上鑲著珠寶」的梳子；德拉賣掉了自己的長發為吉姆買了一條白金錶鏈。他們都為對方舍棄了自己最寶貴的東西，而換來的禮物卻因此變得毫無作用了。

2、《警察與贊美詩》

該短篇小說講述的是一個窮困潦倒，無家可歸的流浪漢蘇比，因為寒冬想去監獄熬過，所以故意犯罪，去飯店吃霸王餐，擾亂治安，偷他人的傘，調戲婦女等，然而這些都沒有讓他如願進監獄；最後，當他在教堂里被贊美詩所感動，想要從新開始，改邪歸正的時候，警察卻將他送進了監獄。該小說展示了當時美國下層人民無以為生的悲慘命運。

3、《最後一片常春藤葉》

是美國著名短篇小說家歐·亨利創作於1907年的作品。小說講述了老畫家費曼為了使患肺炎的年輕女畫家蓮安獲得生的希望，在一個夜晚冒著暴風雨在牆上畫上了最後一片常春藤葉，因而不幸罹患肺炎去世的故事。全文語言幽默，結構巧妙，特別是結尾出人意料，給人以極大的震撼。

4、《帶傢具出租的房間》

《帶傢具出租的房間》中的男主人公和他找尋的女孩不僅死在了同一個房間中，甚至選擇了相同的方式，也許有人會說，在這樣的房間中，煤氣自殺最為方便，是自殺的首選。但是，我們仍不能排除其他的可能。這樣的一種看似偶然的巧合在歐·亨利的安排下，似乎處於意料之外，又處於情理之中。而在小說中導致悲劇的結局的重要因素，我想女房東起著一定的作用。女房東為了出租房間，不惜欺騙男主人公，這不得不看做是資產階級自私的丑惡嘴臉的一種體現。

5、《愛的犧牲》

該小說中，主人公們用彼此純潔的心靈、真摯的情感和崇高的犧牲精神給予了愛情最美麗的詮釋，盡管他們的努力無法從根本上改變生活和藝術之間的矛盾，但卻讓對方看到了相互為愛的付出，看到了彼此愛情的忠貞。生活的貧窮和捉襟見肘並沒有磨滅他們對愛情的堅貞和信仰，表面上看，夫妻雙方雖然都放棄了自己的摯愛追求，但彼此之間純真、炙熱的愛情卻得以進一步升華。

8. 歐亨利(O.Henry) 短篇小說《饕餮姻緣》的英文原名是什麼

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. 歐亨利的代表作有哪些

《麥琪的禮物》、《警察與贊美詩》、《最後一片葉子》、《二十年後》、《紅毛酋長的贖金》等。

1、《麥琪的禮物》

《麥琪的禮物》歐·亨利創作的短篇小說，講述了一對窮困的年輕夫婦忍痛割愛互贈聖誕禮物的故事，反映了美國下層人民生活的艱難，贊美了主人公善良的心地和純真愛情。

2、《警察與贊美詩》

《警察與贊美詩》是美國作家歐·亨利的短篇小說。該短篇小說講述的是一個窮困潦倒，無家可歸的流浪漢蘇比，因為寒冬想去監獄熬過，所以故意犯罪，去飯店吃霸王餐，擾亂治安，偷他人的傘，調戲婦女等，然而這些都沒有讓他如願進監獄。

最後，當他在教堂里被贊美詩所感動，想要從新開始，改邪歸正的時候，警察卻將他送進了監獄。該小說展示了當時美國下層人民無以為生的悲慘命運。

3、《最後一片葉子》

《最後一片葉子》是美國作家歐·亨利的作品。該作品描寫一位老畫家為患肺炎而奄奄一息的窮學生畫最後一片長春藤葉的故事。

老畫家貝爾曼是一個在社會底層掙扎了一輩子的小人物，一生飽經風霜、窮困潦倒，卻熱愛繪畫藝術，為挽救一個青年畫家的生命而獻出了自己的生命。

4、《二十年後》

《二十年後》是美國作家歐·亨利的作品。兩個美國青年——鮑勃和吉米·威爾斯是一對非常要好的朋友，當鮑勃要到西部去創業時，他們相約20年後在紐約大喬勃拉地飯館相會。

然而當在西部闖盪了20年並且正受芝加哥警方輯捕的鮑勃趕到紐約來踐約時，在紐約已當了巡警的吉米以出人意料的手段逮捕了鮑勃。

該小說通過這兩個青年20年後重逢之際所發生的意外變化，反映了美國19世紀後半期到第一次世界大戰前美國社會生活各方面的深刻變遷。

5、《紅毛酋長的贖金》

世界短篇小說之王歐亨利的作品，文章講述了一個綁架的故事，「我」與比爾在一個名叫頂峰鎮的地方，綁架了這個鎮上有名望的居民埃比尼澤∙多塞特的獨子，「我們」原想靠他去敲詐埃比尼澤。

然而「我們」萬萬沒想到，這個孩子捉弄人，一開始，「我們」三個扮印第安人玩，後來這個孩子越來越囂張，越來越捉弄人，還把其中一個人弄傷了，讓比爾差點成了精神崩潰者。

最後「我」把勒索信送到埃比尼澤的家，可後來「我們」卻被埃比尼澤給敲詐，實在是因為「我們」無法忍受著個孩子，最後的結果，「我們」把孩子送回去，並且給了他父親250元。

參考資料來源：網路——歐·亨利