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Here I began to look about for a likely deputy; and presently my eye lighted on a sturdy-looking man who leaned somewhat dejectedly against a post and sucked at an empty pipe. He was evidently not a regular 'corner-boy. I judged him to be a laborer out of work, and deciding that he would serve my purpose I addressed him. "'Want a job, mate? "He roused at once. 'You've 'it it, mate. I do.
Captain rode up about 9.30; I tied up his pony, and then sat on a stone step outside, feeling rather like a corner-boy trying to pick up a job. Found a friendly collar-maker in a room near. He also is a "detail," or "excess number," but a philosopher withal. He told me that from his observation I had a "soft job." Nothing happened, so I have adjourned to some tarpaulins in the back yard.
Could you come one day?" She laughed in spite of herself. Then: "And now where is this Grange place?" "Next but one on the right, but it looks rotten in the evening." "It's only just five." "Besides, they had measles there last May stacks of them." "Stacks of what?" "Measles. One of them escaped one day and was brought back by the village corner-boy.
There is no secrecy for the illiterates. Any corner-boy, any ruffian, any blackguard in the district can come in and hear for whom men vote. These corner boys all get declarations in their fists, and they march in gangs from one booth to another. It's intimidation, no less. Get some M.P. to mention this as having taken place at Stranorlar. The people of whom I complain were not even voters.
A fine fellow like you'll not go begging for nothing!" "I'm not letting it upset me," he said, "but it'll be the queer girl that'll make a fool of me in a hurry!" "That's the spirit," said Mrs. Bothwell. He walked down the stairs and into the street in a state of fury. He had been treated as if he were a corner-boy.
The inspector at once noticed my presence, and, calling to a corner-boy lounging at the public-house door, he spoke to him, pointing me out, and this "copper's nark" followed doggedly in my steps. Yoski lived in a turning off the Mile-End Road, but anxious to give no inkling as to my destination, I turned in the opposite direction, and after a lengthy detour stopped at my own door.
But a clergyman is different. He can't defend himself. He is obliged, by the mere fact of being a clergyman, to sit down under every species of insult which any ill-conditioned corner-boy chooses to sling at him. There was a fellow in my parish, when I first went there, who thought he'd be perfectly safe in ragging me because he knew I was a parson.
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