"Here, now," said Jimmie, "we"ve had enough of dis. Sit down, an" don" make no trouble."

He grasped her arm, and twisting it, forced her into a creaking chair.

"Keep yer hands off me," roared his mother again.

"d.a.m.n yer ol" hide," yelled Jimmie, madly. Maggie shrieked and ran into the other room. To her there came the sound of a storm of crashes and curses. There was a great final thump and Jimmie"s voice cried: "Dere, d.a.m.n yeh, stay still." Maggie opened the door now, and went warily out. "Oh, Jimmie."

He was leaning against the wall and swearing. Blood stood upon bruises on his knotty fore-arms where they had sc.r.a.ped against the floor or the walls in the scuffle. The mother lay screeching on the floor, the tears running down her furrowed face.



Maggie, standing in the middle of the room, gazed about her. The usual upheaval of the tables and chairs had taken place. Crockery was strewn broadcast in fragments. The stove had been disturbed on its legs, and now leaned idiotically to one side. A pail had been upset and water spread in all directions.

The door opened and Pete appeared. He shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, Gawd," he observed.

He walked over to Maggie and whispered in her ear. "Ah, what deh h.e.l.l, Mag? Come ahn and we"ll have a h.e.l.l of a time."

The mother in the corner upreared her head and shook her tangled locks.

"Teh h.e.l.l wid him and you," she said, glowering at her daughter in the gloom. Her eyes seemed to burn balefully. "Yeh"ve gone teh deh devil, Mag Johnson, yehs knows yehs have gone teh deh devil. Yer a disgrace teh yer people, d.a.m.n yeh. An" now, git out an" go ahn wid dat doe-faced judew of yours. Go teh h.e.l.l wid him, d.a.m.n yeh, an" a good riddance. Go teh h.e.l.l an" see how yeh likes it." of yours. Go teh h.e.l.l wid him, d.a.m.n yeh, an" a good riddance. Go teh h.e.l.l an" see how yeh likes it."

Maggie gazed long at her mother.

"Go teh h.e.l.l now, an" see how yeh likes it. Git out. I won"t have sech as yehs in me house! Get out, d"yeh hear! d.a.m.n yeh, git out!"

The girl began to tremble.

At this instant Pete came forward. "Oh, what deh h.e.l.l, Mag, see," whispered he softly in her ear. "Dis all blows over. See? Deh ol" woman "ill be all right in deh mornin". Come ahn out wid me! We"ll have a h.e.l.l of a time."

The woman on the floor cursed. Jimmie was intent upon his bruised fore-arms. The girl cast a glance about the room filled with a chaotic ma.s.s of debris, and at the red, writhing body of her mother.

"Go teh h.e.l.l an" good riddance."

She went.

X.

JIMMIE HAD AN IDEA it wasn"t common courtesy for a friend to come to one"s home and ruin one"s sister. But he was not sure how much Pete knew about the rules of politeness.

The following night he returned home from work at rather a late hour in the evening. In pa.s.sing through the halls he came upon the gnarled and leathery old woman who possessed the music box. She was grinning in the dim light that drifted through dust-stained panes. She beckoned to him with a smudged forefinger.

"Ah, Jimmie, what do yehs tink I got onto las" night. It was deh funnies" ting I ever saw," she cried, coming close to him and leering. She was trembling with eagerness to tell her tale. "I was by me door las" night when yer sister and her jude feller came in late, oh, very late. An" she, the dear, she was a-cryin" as if her heart would break, she was. It was deh funnies" ting I ever saw. An" right out here by me door she asked him did he love her, did he. An" she was a-cryin" as if her heart would break, poor t"ing. An" him, I could see by deh way what he said it dat she had been askin" orften, he says: "Oh, h.e.l.l, yes," he says, says he, "Oh, h.e.l.l, yes.""

Storm-clouds swept over Jimmie"s face, but he turned from the leathery old woman and plodded on up-stairs.

"Oh, h.e.l.l, yes," called she after him. She laughed a laugh that was like a prophetic croak. " "Oh, h.e.l.l, yes," he says, says he, "Oh, h.e.l.l, yes." "

There was no one in at home. The rooms showed that attempts had been made at tidying them. Parts of the wreckage of the day before had been repaired by an unskilful hand. A chair or two and the table, stood uncertainly upon legs. The floor had been newly swept. Too, the blue ribbons had been restored to the curtains, and the lambrequin, with its immense sheaves of yellow wheat and red roses of equal size, had been returned, in a worn and sorry state, to its position at the mantel. Maggie"s jacket and hat were gone from the nail behind the door.

Jimmie walked to the window and began to look through the blurred gla.s.s. It occurred to him to vaguely wonder, for an instant, if some of the women of his acquaintance had brothers.

Suddenly, however, he began to swear.

"But he was me frien"! I brought "im here! Dat"s deh h.e.l.l of it!"

He fumed about the room, his anger gradually rising to the furious pitch.

"I"ll kill deh jay!x Dat"s what I"ll do! I"ll kill deh jay!" Dat"s what I"ll do! I"ll kill deh jay!"

He clutched his hat and sprang toward the door. But it opened and his mother"s great form blocked the pa.s.sage.

"What deh h.e.l.l"s deh matter wid yeh?" exclaimed she, coming into the rooms.

Jimmie gave vent to a sardonic curse and then laughed heavily.

"Well, Maggie"s gone teh deh devil! Dat"s what! See?"

"Eh?" said his mother.

"Maggie"s gone teh deh devil! Are yehs deaf?" roared Jimmie, impatiently.

"Deh h.e.l.l she has," murmured the mother, astounded.

Jimmie grunted, and then began to stare out at the window. His mother sat down in a chair, but a moment later sprang erect and delivered a maddened whirl of oaths. Her son turned to look at her as she reeled and swayed in the middle of the room, her fierce face convulsed with pa.s.sion, her blotched arms raised high in imprecation.

"May Gawd curse her forever," she shrieked. "May she eat nothin" but stones and deh dirt in deh street. May she sleep in deh gutter an" never see deh sun shine agin. Deh d.a.m.n-"

"Here, now," said her son. "Take a drop on yourself."

The mother raised lamenting eyes to the ceiling.

"She"s deh devil"s own chil", Jimmie," she whispered. "Ah, who would tink such a bad girl could grow up in our fambly, Jimmie, me son. Many deh hour I"ve spent in talk wid dat girl an" tol" her if she ever went on deh streets I"d see her d.a.m.ned. An" after all her bringin" up an" what I tol" her and talked wid her, she goes teh deh bad, like a duck teh water."

The tears rolled down her furrowed face. Her hands trembled.

"An" den when dat Sadie MacMallister next door to us was sent teh deh devil by dat feller what worked in deh soap-factory, didn"t I tell our Mag dat if she-"

"Ah, dat"s anudder story," interrupted the brother. "Of course, dat Sadie was nice an" all dat-but-see-it ain"t dessame as if-well, Maggie was diff "ent-see-she was diff " ent."

He was trying to formulate a theory that he had always unconsciously held, that all sisters, excepting his own, could advisedly be ruined.

He suddenly broke out again. "I"ll go t"ump h.e.l.l outa deh mug what did her deh harm. I"ll kill "im! He tinks he kin sc.r.a.p, but when he gits me a-chasin" "im he"ll fin" out where he"s wrong, deh d.a.m.ned duffer. I"ll wipe up deh street wid "im."

In a fury he plunged out of the doorway. As he vanished the mother raised her head and lifted both hands, entreating.

"May Gawd curse her forever," she cried.

In the darkness of the hallway Jimmie discerned a knot of women talking volubly. When he strode by they paid no attention to him.

"She allus was a bold thing," he heard one of them cry in an eager voice. "Dere wasn"t a feller come teh deh house but she"d try teh mash "im. My Annie says deh shameless t"ing tried teh ketch her feller, her own feller, what we useter know his fader."

"I could a" tol" yehs dis two years ago," said a woman, in a key of triumph. "Yesir, it was over two years ago dat I says teh my ol" man, I says, "Dat Johnson girl ain"t straight," I says. "Oh, h.e.l.l," he says. "Oh, h.e.l.l." "Dat"s all right," I says, "but I know what I knows," I says, "an" it"ill come out later. You wait an" see,"I says, "you see.""

"Anybody what had eyes could see dat dere was somethin" wrong wid dat girl. I didn"t like her actions."12 On the street Jimmie met a friend. "What deh h.e.l.l?" asked the latter.

Jimmie explained. "An" I"ll tump "im till he can"t stand."

"Oh, what deh h.e.l.l," said the friend. "What"s deh use! Yeh"ll git pulled in! Everybody "ill be onto it! An" ten plunks! Gee!"

Jimmie was determined. "He t"inks he kin sc.r.a.p, but he"ll fin" out diff "ent."

"Gee," remonstrated the friend, "What deh h.e.l.l?"

XI.

ON A CORNER A gla.s.s-fronted building shed a yellow glare upon the pavements. The open mouth of a saloon called seductively to pa.s.sengers to enter and annihilate sorrow or create rage.y The interior of the place was papered in olive and bronze tints of imitation leather. A shining bar of counterfeit ma.s.siveness extended down the side of the room. Behind it a great mahogany-appearing sideboard reached the ceiling. Upon its shelves rested pyramids of shimmering gla.s.ses that were never disturbed. Mirrors set in the face of the sideboard multiplied them. Lemons, oranges and paper napkins, arranged with mathematical precision, sat among the gla.s.ses. Many-hued decanters of liquor perched at regular intervals on the lower shelves. A nickel-plated cash register occupied a position in the exact center of the general effect. The elementary senses of it all seemed to be opulence and geometrical accuracy.

Across from the bar a smaller counter held a collection of plates upon which swarmed frayed fragments of crackers, slices of boiled ham, dishevelled bits of cheese, and pickles swimming in vinegar. An odor of grasping, begrimed hands and munching mouths pervaded.

Pete, in a white jacket, was behind the bar bending expectantly toward a quiet stranger. "A beeh," said the man. Pete drew a foam-topped gla.s.sful and set it dripping upon the bar.

At this moment the light bamboo doors at the entrance swung open and crashed against the siding. Jimmie and a companion entered. They swaggered unsteadily but belligerently toward the bar and looked at Pete with bleared and blinking eyes.

"Gin," said Jimmie.

"Gin," said the companion.

Pete slid a bottle and two gla.s.ses along the bar. He bended his head sideways as he a.s.siduously polished away with a napkin at the gleaming wood. He had a look of watchfulness upon his features.

Jimmie and his companion kept their eyes upon the bartender and conversed loudly in tones of contempt.

"He"s a dindy masher,z ain"t he, by Gawd?" laughed Jimmie. ain"t he, by Gawd?" laughed Jimmie.

"Oh, h.e.l.l, yes," said the companion, sneering widely. "He"s great, he is. Git onto deh mug on deh blokie. Dat"s enough to make a feller turn hand-springs in "is sleep."

The quiet stranger moved himself and his gla.s.s a trifle further away and maintained an att.i.tude of oblivion.

"Gee! ain"t he hot stuff!"

"Git onto his shape! Great Gawd!"

"Hey," cried Jimmie, in tones of command. Pete came along slowly, with a sullen dropping of the under lip.

"Well," he growled, "what"s eatin" yehs?"

"Gin," said Jimmie.

"Gin," said the companion.

As Pete confronted them with the bottle and the gla.s.ses, they laughed in his face. Jimmie"s companion, evidently overcome with merriment, pointed a grimy forefinger in Pete"s direction.

"Say, Jimmie," demanded he, "what deh h.e.l.l is dat behind deh bar?"

"d.a.m.ned if I knows," replied Jimmie. They laughed loudly. Pete put down a bottle with a bang and turned a formidable face toward them. He disclosed his teeth and his shoulders heaved restlessly.

"You fellers can"t guyaa me," he said. "Drink yer stuff an" git out an" don" make no trouble." me," he said. "Drink yer stuff an" git out an" don" make no trouble."

Instantly the laughter faded from the faces of the two men and expressions of offended dignity immediately came.

"Who deh h.e.l.l has said anyt"ing teh you," cried they in the same breath.

The quiet stranger looked at the door calculatingly.

"Ah, come off," said Pete to the two men. "Don"t pick me up for no jay. Drink yer rum an" git out an" don" make no trouble."

"Oh, deh h.e.l.l," airily cried Jimmie.

"Oh, deh h.e.l.l," airily repeated his companion.

"We goes when we git ready! See!" continued Jimmie.

"Well," said Pete in a threatening voice, "don" make no trouble."

Jimmie suddenly leaned forward with his head on one side. He snarled like a wild animal.

"Well, what if we does? See?" said he.

Dark blood flushed into Pete"s face, and he shot a lurid glance at Jimmie.

"Well, den we"ll see whose deh bes" man, you or me," he said.

The quiet stranger moved modestly toward the door.

Jimmie began to swell with valor.

"Don" pick me up fer no tenderfoot. When yeh tackles me yeh tackles one of deh bes" men in deh city. See? I"m a sc.r.a.pper, I am. Ain"t dat right, Billie?"

"Sure, Mike," responded his companion in tones of conviction.

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