Maggie: A Girl of the Streets

She grew to be a most rare and wonderful prod

her veins. The philosophers up-stairs, down-

mins in the street, dirt disguised her. At

oker." About this period her brother remarked to her: "Mag, I'll tell yeh dis! See? Yeh've edder got teh

at twenty girls of various shades of yellow discontent. She perched on the stool and treadled at her machine all day, turning out collars,

t of that office, he stumbled up-stairs late at night, as his father had done before h

ursued a course which had been theirs for months. They invariably grinned and cried out: "Hello, Mary, you here again?" Her grey head wagged in many a court. She always besieged the bench with voluble e

d put to flight the antagonists of his friend, Jimmie, strutted upon the scene. He met Jimmie one day o

observe

in an oiled bang. His rather pugged nose seemed to revolt from contact with a bristling moustache of short, wire-like hairs. His blue doub

lance of his eye. He waved his hands like a man of the world, who dismisses religion and philosophy, and says "Fudge." He had certainly seen eve

ling tales

ly, with half-closed eyes,

mes in an' tries teh run deh shop. See? But dey gits t'rowed right out!

" said

eh place! I see he had a still on an' I didn' wanna giv 'im no stuff, so I says: 'Git deh hell outa here an' don' make no trou

ayed an eager desire to state the amount of his val

an' purtydamnsoon, too.' See? 'Deh hell,' I says. Like dat! 'Deh hell,' I says. See? 'Don' make no trouble,' I says. Like dat. 'Don' make no tro

repeated

lly gee, he t'rowed a spittoon true deh front windee. Say, I taut I'd drop dead. But deh boss, he comes in after an' he says,

a technical

hta made no trouble. Dat's what I says teh dem: 'Don' come in here a

ace. The broken furniture, grimey walls, and general disorder and dirt of her home of a sudden appeared before her and began to take a potential aspect. Pete's aristo

n't phase me. Dey knows I kin wipe

rdened with disdain for the inevitable and contempt

searching for far away lands where, as God says, the little hills sing together in