19th century Stories

“The wind howled across the moor that night, raking the last few resilient leaves from their branches. Gillespie lay awake, watching the moonlight phantoms play over the ceiling. He was aware in the back of his mind that tonight marked the end of his first month at the school and his first month since his father had packed up the farm and moved to London, leaving the boy here to, as he said, make a better man of himself t...

The young woman's eyes were downcast when she entered the store Silas owned. He watched as she furtively glanced around. Upon finding no other customers inside the apothecary, she made her way to the counter. Silas stood behind it, giving her a courteous smile. "How may I help you today, miss?" The woman, who couldn't have been more than twenty years of age, still refused to meet his eyes. It was then that he recalled her...