"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...
"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...
"Good-night, Martie," called a sweet voice down the stairway. "Good-night, Rose dear; I thought you were asleep." "Good-night, Martie," duetted the twins, in the shrillest of treble and falsetto. "Good-night, you rogues; go to sleep; you 'll wake baby." "Dood-night, mummy," chirped a little voice from the adjoining room. There was a shout of laughter from the twins.
"Good-night, Martie," called a sweet voice down the stairway. "Good-night, Rose dear; I thought you were asleep." "Good-night, Martie," duetted the tw...
A few years ago, at the very tip of that narrow rocky strip of land that has been well named "the Tongue that laps the Commerce of the World," the million-teeming Island of Manhattan, there was daily presented a scene in the life-drama of our land that held in itself, as in solution, a great national ideal. The old heroic "Epic of the Nations" was still visible to the naked eye, and masquerading here among us of the then nineteenth century in the guise of the arrival of the immigrant ship.
A few years ago, at the very tip of that narrow rocky strip of land that has been well named "the Tongue that laps the Commerce of the World," the mil...
