Rewards and Fairies - Penn State University
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Rudyard Kipling<br />
man of Masons on Magdalen Tower, because, please you, I ‘They never let you go, them spiteful ones. I knowed a<br />
dared to carve stone without their leave. They said a stone plasterer in Eighteen hundred Sixty-one—down to the wells.<br />
had slipped from the cornice by accident.’<br />
He was a Frenchy—a bad enemy he was.’ ‘I had mine too.<br />
‘I know them accidents. There’s no way to disprove ‘em. He was an Italian, called Benedetto. I met him first at Oxford<br />
An’ stones ain’t the only things that slip,’ Mr Springett grunted. on Magdalen Tower when I was learning my trade—or trades,<br />
Hal went on:<br />
I should say. A bad enemy he was, as you say, but he came to<br />
‘I’ve seen a scaffold-plank keckle <strong>and</strong> shoot a too-clever be my singular good friend,’ said Hal as he put down the<br />
workman thirty foot on to the cold chancel floor below. And mallet <strong>and</strong> settled himself comfortably.<br />
a rope can break—’ ‘Yes, natural as nature; an’ lime’ll fly up in ‘What might his trade have been—plastering’ Mr Springett<br />
a man’s eyes without any breath o’ wind sometimes,’ said Mr asked.<br />
Springett. ‘But who’s to show ’twasn’t a accident?’<br />
‘Plastering of a sort. He worked in stucco—fresco we call<br />
‘Who do these things?’ Dan asked, <strong>and</strong> straightened his back it. Made pictures on plaster. Not but what he had a fine sweep<br />
at the bench as he turned the schooner end-for-end in the vice of the h<strong>and</strong> in drawing. He’d take the long sides of a cloister,<br />
to get at her counter.<br />
trowel on his stuff, <strong>and</strong> roll out his great all-abroad pictures<br />
‘Them which don’t wish other men to work no better nor of saints <strong>and</strong> croppy-topped trees quick as a webster unroll-<br />
quicker than they do,’ growled Mr Springett. ‘Don’t pinch ing cloth almost. Oh, Benedetto could draw, but ‘a was a<br />
her so hard in the vice, Mus’ Dan. Put a piece o’ rag in the little-minded man, professing to be full of secrets of colour<br />
jaws, or you’ll bruise her. More than that’—he turned to- or plaster—common tricks, all of ‘em—<strong>and</strong> his one single<br />
wards Hal—’if a man has his private spite laid up against you, talk was how Tom, Dick or Harry had stole this or t’other<br />
the Unions give him his excuse for workin’ it off.’<br />
secret art from him.’<br />
‘Well I know it,’said Hal.<br />
‘I know that sort,’ said Mr Springett. ‘There’s no keeping<br />
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