The Four Million
O. Henry, 1906
Twenty-five brisk stories of shopgirls, drifters, clerks and cops in 1900s Manhattan, each ending on a turn you half see coming and still feel. Wry and tender, and good in small bites.
O. Henry
1862–1910
Born William Sydney Porter, he began writing his stories while serving a sentence for embezzlement in the Ohio Penitentiary, and took the pen name O. Henry once he was out.
Feels like humor, society and tenderness.
A church hymn reaches a man who thought he had forgotten everything.
The moon was above, lustrous and serene; vehicles and pedestrians were few; sparrows twittered sleepily in the eaves—for a little while the scene might have been a country churchyard. And the anthem that the organist played cemented Soapy to the iron fence, for he had known it well in the days when his life contained such things as mothers and roses and ambitions and friends and immaculate thoughts and collars. Books by O. Henry
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