Written by H. De Vere Stacpoole

Maru - A Dream of the Sea

by H. De Vere Stacpoole

Maru: A Dream of the Sea by H. De Vere Stacpoole. The night was filled with vanilla and frangipanni odours and the endless sound of the rollers on the reef. Somewhere away back amidst the trees a woman was singing, the tide was out, and from the verandah of Lygon’s house, across the star-shot waters of the lagoon, moving yellow points of light caug..

Corporal Jacques of the Foreign Legion

by H. De Vere Stacpoole

The first rays of the morning sun were stealing up the palm-bordered roads towards Sidi-bel-Abbès, above whose ramparts the minaret of the great mosque blazed white in the sky. Eighty miles from Oran on the coast, and the headquarters of the Foreign Legion, Sidi-bel-Abbès is surely one of the strangest cities on earth.It was built by the Foreign Le..

Kadjaman

by H. De Vere Stacpoole

Kray has given up hunting these five years and is now manager of the Sellagman Salmon Canning Company, at least he looks after the fishing and the canning and gets two thousand dollars a year for the job, while I expect the real manager, the man who looks after the New York office and the prospectuses and so forth, gets ten—maybe more. I don’t know..

The Story of Gombi

by H. De Vere Stacpoole

Patrick Spence, a real, old Anglo-Irish gentleman, who would have cut your throat had you called him a liar, died not long ago at the age of eighty-six and had a bottle of port with his dinner the day before he took off. Those were Cassidy the old butler’s words. Cassidy said the master was as sound as a bell and walking along by the rhododendron b..