. St. Nicholas [serial]. have sent for me to do thefine stone-carving on the front of your church, buthow can I ? It s many a long day since I handleda chisel. My good right arm is gone, master. Paul heard a low tinkling voice at his ear, whichsaid: Tell him there s nothing like trying, , said the young man, did youever hear the saying, There s nothing like try-ing? A chisel for the master stone-cutter ! hesaid to one of the workmen. It was brought andhanded to old Marmorel, who laughed as he placedthe edge of it against the marble. He had nosooner done so than a smart blow was st
. St. Nicholas [serial]. have sent for me to do thefine stone-carving on the front of your church, buthow can I ? It s many a long day since I handleda chisel. My good right arm is gone, master. Paul heard a low tinkling voice at his ear, whichsaid: Tell him there s nothing like trying, , said the young man, did youever hear the saying, There s nothing like try-ing? A chisel for the master stone-cutter ! hesaid to one of the workmen. It was brought andhanded to old Marmorel, who laughed as he placedthe edge of it against the marble. He had nosooner done so than a smart blow was struck onthe wooden handle, and the splinters dashed fromthe stone on all sides. Come, old Marmorel! Paul said, laughing, You strike well with the arm you have lost! Towork, Marmorel! Paul then walked away from the astonished oldstone-cutter, but all at once he found him-self face to face with a crowd of his work-men who had thrown down their toolsand were coming toward him withloud murmurings. What is the meaning of this?. THE SHOVELFULS OF DIRT WERE THROWN HUNDREDS OF FEET. muttered Paul to himself, and feeling as if some-thing was about to happen that would ruin him. The meaning is, said a low voice at his ear, that the rascals are coming to complain of me ! By this time, the workmen were close to him,and Paul said to the foremost of them : Well, Hans, what is the matter ? Why do themen stop work before the hour ? «879- PAUL AND THE GOBLIN. 121 They are frightened, master, saidHans, in a terrified voice; somethingswrong here. Something wrong ! The stones are jumping about likemad, master, said Hans. They arebewitched and turn somersaults beforeour very eyes ! Nonsense, Hans, said Paul. Tell him he is a fool, Paul, said thetinkling voice. And the men going up the ladderswith the mortar, Hans went on, saysomething pushes them and voices screamin their ears, Faster ! faster ! It was I! whispered the small voicenearly smothered in laughter. Its true, master, said Hans, andthe bur
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