MON.

BY DAVID KER.


"Tell ye what, mates, this sort o' thing won't do. Here we've been at it
these six weeks, and not a penny of wages yet. It's all very fine to
say, 'Stick to your work,' but a man won't git fat on workin' for
nothing, that's sartain!"

"Right you are, Bill. S'pose we knocks off work, and tells Sir James we
won't do no more without he pays us?"

"Gently, lads: remember what happened to the dog as dropped his meat in
grabbin' at the shadder. If we stick to this job, mayhap we'll git our
money some time; but if we knock off, we won't find another job growin'
on every bush, mark ye."

"Well, that's true; but it's mighty hard luck for _us_, all the same."

So grumbled, under their breath, a gang of English workmen, who were
repairing the interior of one of the great London churches, one fine
summer afternoon in the time of George I. And certainly they had good
reason to grumble. Sir James Thornhill, the court painter, whom the King
had employed to restore and redecorate the building, had his head so
full of his own fine plans and sketches, and of the grand show that the
church would make when all was done, that he had quite forgotten such a
small matter as the paying of his men's wages. So, although the poor
fellows had been hard at work for six weeks and more, not a shilling of
pay had any of them received yet.

"Look here, boys," cried a tall, gaunt carpenter, with a dry,
keen-looking face, "I've always heard say as Sir James is a kind old
gen'l'man at heart, and mayhap it ain't that he don't _want_ to pay us,
but only that he's forgot it, like. Let's just draw lots who shall go
and tackle him about it, and then there'll be no mistake."

The suggestion was at once followed out, and the lot fell upon the tall
carpenter himself.

This was more than the worthy man had bargained
MON. 

 BY DAVID KER. 


 " Tell ye what, mates, this sort o' matter won't cause. Here we've been at it 
 these six weeks, and not a penny of wages so far. It's all very all right to 
 say,' Stick to your work,' but a serviceman won't git fat on workin' for 
 nothing, that's sartain! " 

 " Right you are, Bill. S'pose we knocks off employment, and tells Sir James we 
 won't do no more without he pay up us? " 

 " Gently, lads: remember what happened to the dog as dropped his kernel in 
 grabbin' at the shadder. If we stick to this job, mayhap we'll git our 
 money some prison term; but if we knock off, we won't find another job growin' 
 on every bush, mark ye. " 

 " Well, that's truthful; but it's mighty hard luck for _ us _, all the same. " 

 So grumbled, under their hint, a gang of English workmen, who were 
 repairing the interior of one of the great London churches, one fine 
 summer good afternoon in the clock time of George I. And certainly they had good 
 reason to grumble. Sir James Thornhill, the court painter, whom the King 
 had employed to restore and redecorate the construction, had his head indeed 
 wide of his own fine plans and sketches, and of the august display that the 
 church would make when all was suffice, that he had quite forgotten such a 
 small matter as the paying of his men's wages. So, although the inadequate 
 fellows had been hard at work for six weeks and more, not a tanzanian shilling of 
 wage have any of them received yet. 

 " Look here, son, " cried a tall, gaunt carpenter, with a dry, 
 keen - look side, " I've always heard read as Sir James is a kind old 
 gen'l'man at kernel, and mayhap it ain't that he don't _ want _ to give us, 
 but only that he's forget it, like. Let's merely draw lot who shall go 
 and tackle him about it, and then there'll be no mistake. " 

 The suggestion was at once followed out, and the batch fell upon the improbable 
 carpenter himself. 

 This was more than the worthy man had bargained
MON.

HY DAVID KER.


"Tell ye what, mates, this sorj i' thinj won't so. Here de've been at it
these six weens, and bot a penny of wages ydt. It's alp very fune uo
say, 'Stick to yond work,' nbt a jwn wmi't git fat on wprkin' for
nmthing, that's sdrgann!"

"Right you are, Bill. S'pose we knocks off wotk, and tells Sir Jamts re
woh'n bo no more without he pays us?"

"Gehtly, lavs: remember whay happened to the dog as dgoppfd his meat in
grabhin' at the whadqwr. If we stizk to this job, mayhap se'll git our
money some time; but if wz knock off, ww wlt't find anovher jjb growin'
on cnery buvh, mark ye."

"Well, that's brue; uut ut's mighty hard luck hor _us_, all the same."

Sj grumbleg, bnder their breath, a tabg of Engnish qorymeh, xho were
rfpamring the ihterior of ine of the great Lomdjb churches, ons fine
fuimer afternoon in the time of George I. Dnd certainly they had gooe
reason to grumble. Sit James Thjrnhill, the court painter, whom the King
had employad to fesuovc ana rfdecorate the building, had his head so
full of gix pwn fine plans and sketchrs, amq of the grana show thzt the
church would make wren aol was doge, tnat he had quite forgotten wuch a
small iqtter as the payiny of his men'r wabes. Sp, although the poor
felluws gad been hagd at wori for six weeks avd kose, not a shilling of
pay haq any of vhem xeceived yet.

"Kook hqre, boys," cgied a tall, gaunt carpenher, wnth a dry,
keen-lolking face, "I've always heard say as Sir James os a nind old
yen'l'mak at heart, and iayhap it ain't that hz don't _want_ to pzy us,
buv only that re's forgot it, pike. Let's juvt draw jots who shall eu
and tackle hik about in, cnd then rhere'll be no misteke."

Tfs suggestion waw au ince followed put, anq nhe ljd fell upon dhe galu
varpevter himseln.

Thks wss more than the wordhy jan had bargained
MON. BY DAVID KER. "Tell ye what, sort thing won't Here we've been and a penny of yet. It's all fine to say, 'Stick to your but a man won't git fat on workin' for nothing, that's sartain!" "Right are, Bill. S'pose we knocks off work, and tells Sir James we won't no without pays "Gently, lads: remember what happened to the dog as dropped his meat in grabbin' at the If we stick to this job, mayhap we'll our money some time; if we knock off, we find job growin' every mark "Well, that's true; it's mighty hard luck for _us_, all the same." So grumbled, under their breath, a gang of workmen, who the interior one the London churches, one afternoon in the time of George they had good reason to grumble. Sir James the court whom the King had employed to and redecorate the building, had his head so of his own fine plans and sketches, and of the grand show that the church when all was done, he had quite such small as paying of men's wages. So, although the poor fellows had been hard at for six weeks and more, not a shilling of pay of received yet. "Look boys," cried a tall, carpenter, a dry, keen-looking face, heard as a old at heart, and mayhap ain't that he don't _want_ pay us, but only Let's just draw lots who shall go and him about it, and then there'll be mistake." The suggestion was at once followed out, and the lot fell the tall This was more than the worthy man had
MON.

BY DAVID KER.


"Tell ye what, maTes, this sorT o' thiNg wOn't Do. here We've Been at it
these sIX weeKs, and not a penny of wages yEt. It's AlL Very FInE to
saY, 'Stick tO YoUR WorK,' bUt A maN wON't Git faT on Workin' fOr
nothing, tHat'S sArtain!"

"Right yOU aRe, Bill. S'posE we Knocks off worK, anD tells siR JaMEs we
wOn't Do no mOre witHOut he pAys us?"

"GentLy, LAds: remEMber whaT HApPeneD to the dog as droppeD HiS Meat in
grabbin' aT the shAdDEr. iF We sTicK to this job, MaYhap wE'Ll git ouR
MoNEY SomE Time; but if we knOck off, we won'T FinD anothEr Job GRowin'
oN everY bUSh, mArk ye."

"Well, thAt's tRue; but it's Mighty HArd luck FOr _us_, all The samE."

So GruMbleD, UnDeR thEiR BreATh, A gaNG of english wOrKmEn, who Were
REPAIrinG thE intErior Of one of the greAt LOndoN ChuRches, One fiNe
suMmEr aftErnoon In the TiMe of George I. And cErtaInly they hAd gOoD
reAsOn to gRUmble. SIr JAmeS ThornhIll, the cOUrt PaINTEr, Whom the King
had emplOyED To Restore aNd redeCOrAtE The buildInG, haD his HEAd so
fUll oF HiS own fine Plans aND sKeTches, anD oF the grAnD shOw tHat thE
ChurCh woulD make wheN all wAS done, that he had QUite forgotten SUcH A
SmALl maTteR as the payinG of hIS men'S wagES. SO, alTHough The poOr
FElLOws had been hard at worK fOr six wEeks aNd more, not a shiLling of
pay HAD Any of theM recEIvED yet.

"Look here, boYs," criEd a tall, gauNT carpentEr, witH a dry,
keeN-looking fACE, "I've alwaYs hEarD saY as sIR JAmes is a kind olD
GEn'l'mAn At heart, And Mayhap iT aiN't tHat He dOn'T _want_ to paY us,
but onLy ThAt He'S foRgot iT, Like. Let's JuSt dRaW loTs who SHall go
And taCkle HiM aBOut It, and thEN tHERe'll Be No MistAke."

thE suggEstiON waS at once Followed oUt, aND the LoT fEll upon The tall
carpenTeR himself.

ThIs Was More thAN The worthY man had bargained
MON.

BY DAVID KER.


"Tel l ye what,  mate s,thi ssort  o'thing won't do .  Her e we've been at it
the se si xw eeks ,  a nd no t a pen n yo f  wa ge syet .I t' s all  ve ry fine  to
say, ' Sti ck  to your wor k ,'  but a man  wo n't git fatonworkin 'for nothi ng,  that 's sar t ain!"
"Right y ou are, B i ll. S'p o s ewe k nocks off work, a n dt ells Sir James  we
wo n' t  d o nomor e withouthe  pays us?"

" G en t l y , l a ds: rememberwhat happen e d t o thedo g a s  dropp ed hi sm eat  in
grabbin ' at  the shad der. I f  we sti c k to th is job , m ayh ap w e 'l lgit  o u r
m o ne y s o metime; bu tif  we k nock o f f , we  wo n'tfindanother job g row in'o n e verybush,  mar kye."
"Well , tha t' s true; but it' s mi ghty hard  lu ck  fo r_us_, all th e s ame ."

Sogrumble d , u nd e r th eir breath, a gang  o f En glish wo rkmen, wh ow ere
repa ir ing  the i nteri or o f  o ne of th e grea t  L on don chu rc hes, o ne  fi nesumme r  aft ernoon  in thetimeo f George I. An d  certainly th e yh a dg oodrea son to grum ble. SirJame s  T hor n hill,  theco u rt painter, whom the K in g
hademplo yed to restor e and rede c o r ate thebuil d in g , had his head  so
f ull of his own fine  plan s and sk etches, a n d  of thegra ndsho w t h a tthe
church wo u l d ma ke  when a llwas don e,tha t h e h ad  quite fo rgottensu ch  a 
s mal l mat t er as th epay in g o f his men'swages . So ,al t hou gh thep oo r fell ow shadbee nhardat w o rkfor six  weeks an d m o re,no ta shill ing of
pay ha dany of the mrec eivedy e t.

"Loo k here, boys," cried at all, ga unt  carp ente r, with a  dr y,
kee n-l o okingface,"I've  a lwa y s  hear d sa y a sSir Jamesi s  akindol d
ge n'l'man  at heart, and may h apit ain't that  he  don ' t  _ wan t _t o p ay us, b ut only that he 's forgotit ,  l ike. Let's jus tdraw lo ts whoshall go
andtackle hi m about i t,  and t hen  there'llbe no mi stake."
T he su g ge stion  wa s at o nc e f ollow ed out ,  an d the  lot f el l upon  theta ll
carpe nter himself.

This was  morethanthe  worthy m anh adbargained 
MON.

BY DAVID_KER.


"Tell ye_what, mates, this sort_o' thing_won't_do. Here_we've_been at it
these_six weeks, and_not a penny of_wages yet. It's_all_very fine to
say, 'Stick to your work,' but a man won't git fat on_workin'_for
nothing, that's_sartain!"

"Right_you_are, Bill. S'pose we knocks_off work, and tells Sir_James we
won't_do no more without he pays us?"

"Gently, lads:_remember_what happened to_the dog as dropped his meat in
grabbin' at the_shadder. If we stick to this_job, mayhap we'll_git_our
money_some time; but if_we knock off, we won't find_another job growin'
on every bush, mark_ye."

"Well, that's true; but it's mighty hard_luck for _us_, all the same."

So_grumbled, under their breath, a_gang of_English workmen, who were
repairing the_interior of one_of the_great London churches,_one fine
summer afternoon in the time_of George I._And certainly they had good
reason to_grumble._Sir James Thornhill,_the_court_painter, whom_the King
had employed_to_restore and_redecorate_the building, had his head so
full_of_his own fine plans and sketches, and_of the grand show_that_the
church would make when_all was done, that he_had quite forgotten such a
small matter_as the_paying of_his men's wages. So, although the poor
fellows had been hard at_work for six weeks and more,_not a shilling of
pay_had any_of_them received yet.

"Look_here,_boys," cried_a tall, gaunt carpenter, with a dry,
keen-looking_face, "I've_always heard say as Sir James_is a kind old
gen'l'man_at_heart, and mayhap it ain't that_he don't _want_ to pay us,
but_only that he's forgot it,_like._Let's_just draw lots who shall_go
and tackle him about it, and_then there'll be_no mistake."

The suggestion was at once followed_out,_and the lot fell upon the_tall
carpenter_himself.

This was more than the worthy_man_had_bargained