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Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - It is a strange fact, for which I do not expect ever satisfactorily to account, and which will receive little credence even among those who know that I am not given to romancing - it is a strange fact, I say, that the substance of the following pages has evolved itself during a period of six months, more or less, between the hours of midnight and four o'clock in the morning, proceeding directly from a type-writing machine standing in the corner of my library, manipulated by unseen hands.

The Enchanted Type-Writer is a collection of short stories by the American author John Kendrick Bangs, written in 1899 in the style that has become known as Bangsian fantasy. Bangs attributes many of the stories to the late (and invisible) James Boswell, who has become an editor for a newspaper in Hades, and who communicates with the author by means of an old typewriter. The fantasy stories in this book are part of the author's Hades series, named for the stories' setting.

Purchase one of 1st World Library's Classic Books and help support our free internet library of downloadable eBooks. Visit us online at www.1stWorldLibrary.ORG - - It is a strange fact, for which I do not expect ever satisfactorily to account, and which will receive little credence even among those who know that I am not given to romancing - it is a strange fact, I say, that the substance of the following pages has evolved itself during a period of six months, more or less, between the hours of midnight and four o'clock in the morning, proceeding directly from a type-writing machine standing in the corner of my library, manipulated by unseen hands.

I found the old machine in the attic, and amused myself by cleaning and oiling it thoroughly. I tried to hammer out some jokes -- but they seemed to disappear into the mechanism. Then I tried typing my name. "William Shakespeare" appeared on the page. Flattering as that was, I gave it up, and parked the machine in the library as a curiosity.That night, coming home quite late from the club, I heard a disturbing sound in the darkness.Click!"Who's there!" I called out.Click-click-click! came the reply. Then the mystery cleared itself -- for following close upon a thirteenth click came the gentle ringing of a bell. I knew then the typewriter was in action . . . by no means a reassuring discovery. Who or what could it be, using the typewriter at this unholy hour of 3 a.m.?

Frontispiece ... TATTOOED THE JINGLE BE- TWEEN MY SHOULDER BLADES Facing p. 30 CATHODE-RAY PHOTOGRAPH OP THE WHALE, SHOWING MYSELF .. .IKSIDB 48 I FELT AS IF I HAD COMMITTED SOME DREADFUL FAUJC TAS .. 54 HENRY THE EIGHTH .. .WAS MUCH ENRAGED, AND WITHDREW HIS ADVERTISEMENTS ... 83 LOUIS THE FOURTEENTH .. .MASTERING THE INTRICACIES OF THE OVERHEAD WIRE ... 100 .. .CARRIED HIM TO THE END OF THE WHARF AND DROPPED HIM INTO THE STYX ....(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at

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I found the old machine in the attic, and amused myself by cleaning and oiling it thoroughly. I tried to hammer out some jokes -- but they seemed to disappear into the mechanism. Then I tried typing my name. "William Shakespeare" appeared on the page. Flattering as that was, I gave it up, and parked the machine in the library as a curiosity.That night, coming home quite late from the club, I heard a disturbing sound in the darkness.Click!"Who's there!" I called out.Click-click-click! came the reply. Then the mystery cleared itself -- for following close upon a thirteenth click came the gentle ringing of a bell. I knew then the typewriter was in action . . . by no means a reassuring discovery. Who or what could it be, using the typewriter at this unholy hour of 3 a.m.?