Maggie: A Girl of the Streets

r of a saloon. Expectancy gleamed from their eye

," yelled one o

the point of interest. The saloon door opened with a crash, and the figure of a woman appeared upon the threshold. Her grey h

ey here fer t'ree years an' now yehs tells me yeh'll sell me no more stuff! T'hell wi

ration from within and the woman l

tated. They began to dance about and hoot and yell

. They laughed delightedly and scampered off a short distance, calling out over t

she started up the street they fell in behind and marched uproariously. Occasionally sh

them. Her hair straggled, giving her crimson features a look of in

she turned and disappeared. Then they

an upper hall a door was opened and a collection of heads peered curiously out, watching her. With a wra

es, delivering a frenzied

damn yeh, if yehs want a row. Come a

pear and do battle. Her cursing trebles brought heads from all doors save the one she

he spectators. An oath or two, cat-calls, jeers and bits of facet

immie came forward. He carried a tin dinner-pail in his hand and under his arm

mother was howling. "Come ahn an' I'l

e strided up to him and twirled her fingers in his face. Her eyes were dartin

of me fingers fer yehs," she bawled at him. She turned her huge b

f the flight he seized his mother's arm and st

yeh," he gritted

! Take yer hands off m

truck him in the back of the neck. "Damn yeh," gritted he again. He threw out his left hand and writhe

enement house. The hall fille

ady, dat w

o one on

yer damn s

reme cursing effort and hurled his mother into the room. He quickly followed

up from the floor. Her eyes glitt

've had enough of dis. Sit do

twisting it, forced he

off me," roared

e came the sound of a storm of crashes and curses. There was a great final thump and Jimmie's voice

ty fore-arms where they had scraped against the floor or the walls in the scuffle.

irs had taken place. Crockery was strewn broadcast in fragments. The stove had been disturbed on its

eared. He shrugged his shoul

in her ear. "Ah, what deh hell, Mag? Co

r upreared her head and

deh devil, Mag Johnson, yehs knows yehs have gone teh deh devil. Yer a disgrace teh yer people, damn yeh. An' now, git out an' g

ed long at

Git out. I won't have sech as yehs in me hou

began t

d he softly in her ear. "Dis all blows over. See? Deh ol' woman 'ill be al

fore-arms. The girl cast a glance about the room filled with a c

ll an' goo

we