lethargy of her misery the girl swung around to meet the
man's eyes squarely upon her. Instantly she recognized him as
the brute who had killed Billy Mallory. If there had been hate
in the mucker's eyes as he looked at the girl, it was as nothing
by comparison with the loathing and disgust which sprang to
hers as they rested upon his sullen face.
So deep was her feeling of contempt for this man, that the
sudden appearance of him before her startled a single exclamation
"Coward!" came the one word, involuntarily, from her lips.
The man's scowl deepened menacingly. He took a threatening
step toward her.
"Wot's dat?" he growled. "Don't get gay wit me, or I'll
black dem lamps fer yeh," and he raised a heavy fist as
though to strike her.
The mucker had looked to see the girl cower before his
threatened blow--that would have been ample atonement for
her insult, and would have appealed greatly to his Kelly-gang
sense of humor. Many a time had he threatened women thus,
for the keen enjoyment of hearing their screams of fright and
seeing them turn and flee in terror. When they had held their
ground and opposed him, as some upon the West Side had
felt sufficiently muscular to do, the mucker had not hesitated
to "hand them one." Thus only might a man uphold his
reputation for bravery in the vicinage of Grand Avenue.
He had looked to see this girl of the effete and effeminate
upper class swoon with terror before him; but to his intense
astonishment she but stood erect and brave before him, her
head high held, her eyes cold and level and unafraid. And<<BackPagesTo menuNext>>