Maggie, a Girl of the Streets eBook

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Searching about in his mind for possible reasons for their conduct, he came upon the conclusion that Maggie’s motives were correct, but that the two others wished to snare him.  He felt pursued.

The woman of brilliance and audacity whom he had met in the hilarious hall showed a disposition to ridicule him.

“A little pale thing with no spirit,” she said.  “Did you note the expression of her eyes?  There was something in them about pumpkin pie and virtue.  That is a peculiar way the left corner of her mouth has of twitching, isn’t it?  Dear, dear, my cloud-compelling Pete, what are you coming to?”

Pete asserted at once that he never was very much interested in the girl.  The woman interrupted him, laughing.

“Oh, it’s not of the slightest consequence to me, my dear young man.  You needn’t draw maps for my benefit.  Why should I be concerned about it?”

But Pete continued with his explanations.  If he was laughed at for his tastes in women, he felt obliged to say that they were only temporary or indifferent ones.

The morning after Maggie had departed from home, Pete stood behind the bar.  He was immaculate in white jacket and apron and his hair was plastered over his brow with infinite correctness.  No customers were in the place.  Pete was twisting his napkined fist slowly in a beer glass, softly whistling to himself and occasionally holding the object of his attention between his eyes and a few weak beams of sunlight that had found their way over the thick screens and into the shaded room.

With lingering thoughts of the woman of brilliance and audacity, the bartender raised his head and stared through the varying cracks between the swaying bamboo doors.  Suddenly the whistling pucker faded from his lips.  He saw Maggie walking slowly past.  He gave a great start, fearing for the previously-mentioned eminent respectability of the place.

He threw a swift, nervous glance about him, all at once feeling guilty.  No one was in the room.

He went hastily over to the side door.  Opening it and looking out, he perceived Maggie standing, as if undecided, on the corner.  She was searching the place with her eyes.

As she turned her face toward him Pete beckoned to her hurriedly, intent upon returning with speed to a position behind the bar and to the atmosphere of respectability upon which the proprietor insisted.

Maggie came to him, the anxious look disappearing from her face and a smile wreathing her lips.

“Oh, Pete—­,” she began brightly.

The bartender made a violent gesture of impatience.

“Oh, my Gawd,” cried he, vehemently.  “What deh hell do yeh wanna hang aroun’ here fer?  Do yeh wanna git me inteh trouble?” he demanded with an air of injury.

Astonishment swept over the girl’s features.  “Why, Pete! yehs tol’ me—­”

Pete glanced profound irritation.  His countenance reddened with the anger of a man whose respectability is being threatened.

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