Mary E Waller

A Cry in the Wilderness Mary E Waller

"You Juggernaut!" That's exactly what I said, and said aloud too. I was leaning from the window in my attic room in the old district of New York known as "Chelsea"; both hands were stemmed on the ledge. "You Juggernaut of a city!" I said again, and found considerable satisfaction in repeating that word. I leaned out still farther into the sickening September heat and defiantly shook my fist, as it were into the face of the monster commercial metropolis of the New World. I felt the blood rush into my cheeks-thin and white enough, so my glass told me. Then I straightened myself, drew back and into the room. The quick sharp clang of the ambulance gong, the clatter of running hoofs sounded below me in the street. "And they keep going under-so," I said beneath my breath; and added, but between my teeth: