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Fleming called a messenger-boy, and giving Patty, and all the wraps and bags into his charge, he sent them to his mother's house. "Tell them I met Harding, and had to go away with him on some very important business," he said to Patty. "I'll be home to-night, good-bye." And with a hasty hand-shake, he turned again to his friend and they walked rapidly away.
Once more, I am bound to say, I felt a certain pity for him. He had certainly struggled gamely, and it was hard to be beaten like this on the post. "Playing eleven hundred and one," said Ralph Bingham, in his odiously self-satisfied voice, as he addressed his ball. He laughed jovially. A messenger-boy had paused close by and was watching the proceedings gravely.
Just look about. Oh, conf ! Then the editor rang a bell. 'Send Mr. Heeky to me, quick! he commanded the messenger-boy. 'I'm just finishing that leaderette, began Mr. Heeley, when he obeyed the summons. Mr. Heeley was a young man who had published a book of verse. 'Never mind the leaderette, said the editor.
I thought as I walked climbed through the city, guided a part of the way by a messenger-boy, who ejaculated at intervals, 'Say, mister! and described Nob Hill as the 'millionaire bunch, that I had seldom seen so many ugly buildings together; but from this perch of yours it looks quite beautiful. Still I long for the country. Can we go to the ranch this afternoon?" "Why not?"
The messenger-boy shifts his weight awkwardly upon the other foot, as he asks, but receives no reply. For two years Mollie Ainslie, with her assistants, had dispensed the sweets of knowledge at "No. 5," to the children of the little hamlet.
Four wire-using businesses were already in the field when the telephone was born: the fire-alarm, burglar-alarm, telegraph, and messenger-boy service; and at first, as might have been expected, the humble little telephone was huddled in with these businesses as a sort of poor relation.
He turned to the messenger-boy, who was waiting and chewing gum with the stolidity of an automaton. "Did they tell you to wait for an answer?" "Sure!" He leant over and scribbled a line and sealed it. "Take that back." "Yes, sir." The automaton departed, glancing from side to side and chewing diligently. The note read: "Will meet you at club at five."
When he arrived, he found nobody but a messenger-boy, who tremblingly emerged from the cellar. The General quietly removed his cigar and asked: "Where's the Committee?" "They they is up ter Inwood, sir." The boy's teeth chattered so that he could hardly speak. "What the deuce are they doing there?" "Dunno, sir.
Jane the parlormaid entered, carrying a salver. "For me?" asked Uncle Chris. "For Miss Jill, sir." Jill took the note off the salver. "It's from Derek." "There's a messenger-boy waiting, miss," said Jane. "He wasn't told if there was an answer." "If the note is from Derek," said Uncle Chris, "it's not likely to want an answer. You said he left town today." Jill opened the envelope.
In front of the hotel a district messenger-boy fell off his bicycle and with unerring instinct picked me out as Mr. Fitzgibbon of New York. The note he carried was from Miss Briggs. It stated that in the presence of so many people it had been impossible for her to thank me as she wished for the service I had rendered her, and that Mrs.
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