Table of contents
A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
At Sea
Aunt Kipp
Little Bun Rabbit  
 The Ambitious Guest  
The Story Of The Bad Little Boy
Vanka  
The Body Snatcher  
The Mark On The Wall  
The Affair at Coulter’s Notch  
A Cosmopolite in a Cafe
by O. Henry
 
 
At midnight the cafe was crowded. By some chance the little table at which I sat had escaped the eye of incomers, and two vacant chairs at it extended their arms with venal hospitality to the influx of patrons.
 
And then a cosmopolite sat in one of them, and I was glad, for I held a theory that since Adam no true citizen of the world has existed. We hear of them, and we see foreign labels on much luggage, but we find travellers instead of cosmopolites.
 
I invoke your consideration of the scene–the marble-topped tables, the range of leather-upholstered wall seats, the gay company, the ladies dressed in demi-state toilets, speaking in an exquisite visible chorus of taste, economy, opulence or art; the sedulous and largess-loving garcons, the music wisely catering to all with its raids upon the composers; the melange of talk and laughter–and, if you will, the Wurzburger in the tall glass cones that bend to your lips as a ripe cherry sways on its branch to the beak of a robber jay. I was told by a sculptor from Mauch Chunk that the scene was truly Parisian.