It was Saturday and Maggie was off. She sat there rather
disconsolate for there was a dearth of beaux for Maggie, none
having arisen to fill the aching void left by the sudden
departure of "Coke" Sheehan since that worthy gentleman
had sought a more salubrious clime--to the consternation of
both Maggie Shane and Mr. Sheehan's bondsmen.
Maggie scowled down upon the frowsy street filled with
frowsy women and frowsy children. She scowled upon the
street cars rumbling by with their frowsy loads. Occasionally
she varied the monotony by drawing out her chewing gum to
wondrous lengths, holding one end between a thumb and
finger and the other between her teeth.
Presently Maggie spied a rather pleasing figure sauntering
up the sidewalk upon her side of the street. The man was too
far away for her to recognize his features, but his size and
bearing and general appearance appealed to the lonesome
Maggie. She hoped it was someone she knew, or with whom
she might easily become acquainted, for Maggie was bored to
death.
She patted the hair at the back of her head and righted the
mop which hung over one eye. Then she rearranged her skirts
and waited. As the man approached she saw that he was
better looking than she had even dared to hope, and that
there was something extremely familiar about his appearance.
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