Other Mystery books that may be of interest:
- Bangs, John Kendrick, Ghosts I have met and some others. Garrett Press [New York] 1968
Illustrated by Newell, Frost, and Richards Reprint of the 1898 ed Ghosts that have haunted me.--The mystery of my grandmother's hair sofa.--The mystery of Barney O'Rourke.--The exorcism that failed.--Thurlow's Christmas story.--The Dampmere mystery.--Carleton Barker, first and second 190 p. illus. 20 cm Dewey:813/.
- Cawein, Madison Julius The poems of Madison Cawein. Small, Maynard & Company Boston 1908
With an introduction by Edmund Gosse. Illustrated with photogravures after paintings by Eric Pape. v. 1 Lyrics and old world idlyls.--v. 2. New world idylls and poems of love.--v. 3. Nature poems.--v. 4. Poems of mystery and of myth and romance.--v. 5. Poems of meditation and of forest and field. 22 cm. 5 v. fronts., plates. 22 cm.
- Cawein, Madison Julius The shadow garden (a phantasy) and other plays G.P. Putnam's Sons New York London 1910
by Madison Cawein. The shadow garden, a phantasy.--The house of fear, a mystery.--The witch, a miracle.--Cabestaing, a tragedy in three acts. 18 cm. v, 259 p. 18 cm.
- Crane, Stephen; Halberstam, David Great stories of heroism and adventure. Platt & Munk New York 1967
Introd. by David Halberstam. The Red Badge of Courage, The Open Boat, The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky, The Blue Hotel, The Five White Mice, The Second Generation, An Episode of War, A Mystery of Heroism, The Upturned Face, The Little Regiment, Three Miraculous Soldiers, and Death and the Child. 21 cm. x, 502 p. 21 cm. Dewey:[Fic] The Red Badge of Courage, The Open Boat, The Bride Comes to Yellow Sky, The Blue Hotel, The Five White Mice, The Second Generation, An Episode of War, A Mystery of Heroism, The Upturned Face, The Little Regiment, Three Miraculous Soldiers, and Death and the Child. Adventure stories, American.; Short stories.
- Garland, Hamlin, The mystery of the buried crosses ;a narrative of physic exploration E. P. Dutton and company, New York, 1939
351,  p. front., illus. (incl. ports., map, plan) 23 cm Dewey:
- Harte, Bret; Twain, Mark Bret Harte's Deadwood mystery and Mark Twain's Nightmare. Croome & co. London 1890; 189-
19 cm. 2 p. l., -164 p., 1 l., 167 p. illus. 19 cm.
- Jackson, Helen Hunt, Between whiles. Roberts Brothers, Boston, 1887
By Helen Jackson (H. H. The inn of the Golden Pear.--The mystery of Wilhelm Rütter.--Little Bel's supplement.--The captain of the "Heather Bell."--Dandy Steve.--The prince's little sweetheart 304 p. 19 cm Dewey:
- Kotzwinkle, William The fan man Harmony Books New York, 1974
'Picard is a hunter of the purest instincts..' A supernatural murder-mystery set in 1866 Paris, in which "bon vivant" Police Inspector Paul Picard becomes involved with a sophisticated killer. 191 p. 24 cm Dewey:813/.5/ follow the adventures of Horse Badorties, street crawler, hipster, musical genius, and lunatic collector of junk as he searches for a used school bus in which to escape with his many worthless possessions (but first, he has to make a telephone call to Alaska)
- Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, Christus; a mystery, Houghton, Mifflin and company Boston, 1896
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. In three parts Each part paged separately pt. I. The divine tragedy.--pt. II. The golden legend.--pt. III. The New England tragedies: John Endicott. Giles Corey of the Salem farms 3 pt. in 1 v. front. (port.) 11 pl. 21 cm Dewey:
- Miller, Olive Thorne, In nesting time; Houghton, Mifflin and company, Boston and 1888
by Olive Thorne Miller [pseud.] Baby birds.--Bird-study in a southern state.--The mocking-bird's nest.--A tricksy spirit.--The "wise bluebird".--The golden-wing.--A stormy wooing.--Flutterbudget.--"O wondrous singers."--A bird of affairs.--The blue-jay again.--Virginia's wooing.--Friendship in feathers.--The rosy shield.--The bird of mystery 1 p. l., vi, 275 p. 19 cm Dewey:
I looked upon the fields so beautifully green, I looked upon the hills and vale between, By shade and sunshine flecked with day and night; And then I heard the mountain breezes tread Their wooded sides, like leafy steps that led Down to the broad and blue bright river’s bed, Dwindling in distance to a line of light. I gazed, and gazed,—till all my senses caught The earthy charm. Then waked the fevered thought: “Drink, O my spirit, of thy cup of bliss, That ne’er can fail thee in a world like this!”Washington Allston [1779–1843]
The charm is gone! Ah, wherefore was it sent, To leave this vague and haunting discontent? I saw it rise, like moving meadow mists, Before my path, as ’t were a thing of sight; E’en as that vapory sea, drinking the light Fresh from the sun, and showering rubies bright Where’er it breaks, and purple amethysts. Ay, so it seemed. And then I saw it paled, Till, like that mimic sea, ’t was all exhaled. Then from her plumbless depth,—to mock the whole,— Dark in her mystery, came forth the Soul.
And now,—O, what to me this marvellous Earth But one vast show of misery and mirth, In fearful alternation wheeled through space; Where life is death; where the dead dust doth grow, And push to air, and drink the dew, and blow In fragrant flowers, that in their turn re-sow Their parent soil for some new living race; Where crumbled sepulchres uprise in thrones, And gorgeous palaces from dead men’s bones; Where, like the worm, the proudest lips are fed, The delicate, the dainty, on the dead.
Ah, glorious vanity! Ah, worse than vain To him who counts its whole possession gain, Or fondly seeks on Earth one point of rest,— E’en though it be the imperial house of Fame, That still ’mid falling empires stands the same: Alas! that house of breath but stays his name,— His restless spirit passes like a guest. No,—there ’s a spark that in the dullest lives; That once to all its light spiritual gives, Revealing to the soul a void so vast Not all in time may fill,—not all the past!
And yet there are, who, ever doubting, deem This inward light the fiction of a dream, Contemptuous turning to the reasoning day: While some with outward things e’en hope to close The too-obtruding gulf, and buy repose From ear and eye; or with fantastic shows In pride of intellect around it play. Vain toil of unbelief! For who may flee This fearful warrant of his destiny, That tracks the royal skeptic to his throne, Marking his fealty to a world unknown?
O, rather let me, in the void I feel, With no misgiving seek my lasting weal: Things blank and imageless in human speech Have oft a truth imperative in might; And so that stream, unnamed, unknown of sight, Unheard of ear, that thence doth day and night Flow on the Soul; and she doth feel it reach Her deepest seat of life, and knows her home Is whence that dim, mysterious stream doth come; Where all without is peace, all peace within,— A home closed only to the rebel, Sin.
Then be not in me quenched that inward ray, Shed on my spirit when this moving clay First took the wondrous gift, its life. O, never May things of sense beguile me to the brink Of that dark fount of Pride, of which to drink Is but to swallow madness,—when to think Will only be to doubt, till darkness ever Wall up the soul. But let Humility, Born of the obedient will, my guide still be Through this fair world,—though changing, yet how fair!— Till all shall be to me as things that were.