A Cry in the Wilderness Plus Flamstead Quarries

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.

In the rush and hurry of this turbulent time there is need of spiritual refreshment. Those who read some years ago Mary E. Waller's remarkable novel, "The Wood Carver of 'Lympus," cannot have forgotten her gift of insight and her mastery of dramatic narrative. The New York Times