Maggie: A Girl of the Streets

A very little boy stood upon a heap of gravel for the honor of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil's Row who were circling madly about the heap and pelting at him. His infantile countenance was livid with fury. His small body was writhing in the delivery of great, crimson oaths. "e;Run, Jimmie, run! Dey'll get yehs,"e; screamed a retreating Rum Alley child. "e;Naw...