<p>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.<br>His infantile countenance was livid with fury. His small body was writhing in the delivery of great, crimson oaths.<br>"Run, Jimmie, run! Dey'll get yehs," screamed a retreating Rum Alley child.<br>"Naw," responded Jimmie with a valiant roar,...