a foot across, and just as wide across its face as the pin is long.

When the pin is taken by the wheel it has no point; but as the wheel turns it rubs the pins against an outside band, which causes each one to roll in its groove, and at the same time carries it past a set of rapidly moving files, which rub against the blunt end and sharpen it roughly.

The pins next pass against the faces of two grinding wheels, which smooth the points, and then to a rapidly moving leather band having fine emery glued on its face. This gives them the final polish; and as they leave the band they are dropped into a box underneath the machine. This machine works so rapidly that it makes seven thousand five hundred pins in an hour.

After this the pins are plated with tin to give them a bright silvery appearance. They are prepared for plating by being first washed in an acid, to remove all grease, and then dried by being placed, a bushel or so at a time, with about the same quantity of sawdust, in a machine called a tumbling barrel. This is simply a cask hung on a shaft, which passes through it lengthwise. The shaft is made to turn by means of a belt, and, in doing this, it turns the barrel. In two or three hours the sawdust cleans the pins and wears away any little roughness which the machine may have caused.

Pins and sawdust are taken together from the barrel and allowed to fall in a steady stream through a blast of air. As the sawdust is lighter, it is blown over into a large, room-like box, while the pins, being heavier, fall into a bin below.

After this they are spread out in trays and again plated with tin. They are then washed in a tank of water and put into other tumbling barrels with hot sawdust. When they have been dried and cleaned, they are put into a large, slowly-turning copper-lined tub. The constant rubbing against the tub and against one another polishes them.

Pins of all lengths were formerly allowed to become mixed and after polishing they were separated by a machine; but it has been found cheaper to make each size by itself.

From the polishing tub the pins are carried to the "sticker," where they fall from a box into a number of slits. The pins, hanging by their heads, slide down to the machinery which sticks them into the paper.

By this wonderful machine a pin is taken from each slit, and all the pins are stuck at once into the two ridges which have been crimped in the paper by a wheel that holds it in place. While this wheel crimps the paper it also spaces the rows, so that when filled with pins the paper will fold up properly.

This whole machine is so delicate in its action that a single bent or imperfect pin will cause the machine to stop feeding; yet its operation is so rapid that one machine will stick ninety thousand pins an hour.

As the long strip of paper on which the pins are stuck comes from the machine it is cut into proper lengths by girls, who then fold and pack the papers in bundles ready for shipment.

—HARRY PLATT (Adapted).

skew'er: a pin-shaped bit of wood, metal, or other material.—lŭxʼūry: something pleasing that costs a great deal or is difficult to obtain.—mănūfact'ured: made.—em'ery: a powder used for polishing.

THE NIGHT WIND

Have you ever heard the night wind go "Yooooo?"
"Tis a pitiful sound to hear!

It seems to chill you through and through
With a strange and speechless fear;

'Tis the voice of the night that broods outside
When folks should be asleep.

And many and many's the time I've cried
To the darkness that brooded far and wide
Over the land and deep:

"Whom do you want, O lonely night,

That you wail the long hours through?"

And the night would say in its ghostly way:

My mother told me long ago

(When I was a little lad),

That when the night went wailing so,

Somebody had been bad;

And then, when I was snug in bed,

Whither I had been sent,

With the blankets drawn up round my head,

I'd think of what my mother'd said,

And wonder what boy she meant!

And, "Who's been bad to-day?" I'd ask
Of the wind that hoarsely blew;

And the voice would say in its meaningful way:

"Yoo00000!

Yo000000!

Yooooooo!"

That this was true I must allow-
You'll not believe it, though!

Yes, though I'm quite a model now,
I was not always so.

And if you doubt what things I say,
Suppose you make the test;

Suppose, when you've been bad some day,
And up to bed are sent away

From mother and the rest

Suppose you ask, "Who has been bad?"
And then you'll hear what's true:

For the wind will moan in its ruefulest tone

"Yooooooo!

Yooooooo!

Yooooooo!"

-EUGENE FIELD.

deep: the deep sea.-mod'el: pattern to be followed.-make the test: try. rue'fulest: saddest, most mournful.

SAINT LAUNOMAR'S COW

PART I

Saint Launomar had once been a shepherd boy in the meadows of sunny France, and had lived among the gentle creatures of the fold and byre. So he understood them and their ways very well, and they knew him for their friend.

Saint Launomar had a cow of whom he was fond, a sleek black and white beauty, who pastured in the green meadows near the monastery where he lived, and came home every evening to be milked.

Mignon was a very wise cow; you could tell that by the curve of her horns and by the wrinkles in her