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JTlie Pin's History
. By Fredericjue Seeger
"T"MIE lamps were
; been pulled do
1 when Esther, who was
seated near the win
dow, suddenly called.
"Oh, do c o in e and
look! Here's the cut
est owl right on the
railing of the porch."
The rest of the
family, Jack and Ella
and Mamma, came to
the window and
There he sat, a
fluffy little gray owl,
not more than six
feet away from them.
He turned his head
this way and that,
shook out his feathers
and stared straight at
the window without
seeming to so much as
notice the. group of
people who were
watching him so
"I should think he'd
be afraid," said Jack;
"we're so near."
"He does not see
ns." Mamma an
swered, and at Jack's
astonished look, she answered. "Wc are standing hy a
bright light, you know, and the owl can only see where
it is dark. Don't you remember?' - ,
"Oh, yes," answered Jack ; ' but how funny it seems."
"Probably he has .come for. his supper or I wonder
if it is his breakfast," Esther exclaimed, with a laugh.
"He is a boarder we had not seen before."
Quite near to the railing the children had suspended
a large piece of suet by a wire from the branch of a"
tree, and different birds had found it a very conven
ient place to take their meals. The whole family; had
enjoyed watching their shy feathered boarders, but they
had not seen the owl before, for, of course, Tie made his
visits at night.
"He looks as wise as those owls at the Zoo that they
tised to call the Supreme Bench, don't he, Mamma?"
"Yes, dear, I remember them," replied his mother ;
"they were all in a row along a perch, and seemed to
be deciding some imnortant question of law."
Pretty soon Ella slipped into the . next room, which
was not lighted, thinking that she could see the owl
better from the darker room. She had not been at the
window more than a minute, however, when the owl
when lie looked into
the lighted window, he
at once changed his
whole attitude and
stared stealthily at
her, his eyes showing
plainly that he saw
her and was watching
ready for instant
Oh, I forgot he
could sec me at the
dark window !" Esther
said to herself, and
she was so afraid joi
. "lie sees you! lie
sees you!" exclaimed
the "others, noticing
the difference in the
owl's appearance. Hut
after a minute, seeing
that she did not stir,
the little owl turned
his head away, and be
fore he could look
again, Ella slipped
back into the lighted
The owl stayed for
. some time, and then,
without thinking, Mamma stepped close in front of the
lamp, throwing the window into shadow. In a moment
the group of children became visible to the owl for the
first time, and with a quick spreading of his wings he
'ilc didn't stay for his supper," said Jack, dolefully,
but Mamma assured h m that the owl would' undoubt
edly come back while they were asleep and cat all that
he wanted. . .
"Never fear but that the crafty old fellow will get
enough to satisfv his hunger," said she, with a laugh.
"1 am cn'y afraid that we shall find some of the occu
pants of the poultry yard missing to-morrow morning,
for owls arc fond of a dainty morsel in the way of a
nice fat hen."
- "Oh. Mamma! would he really kill the chickens?
asked Esther, whose special pets they were. "Then
I don't like him one bit."
"Well," said Esther, turning away from the wuHt-r,
"I have alvvavs hoard that owls could see in the dark
and not in the light, but I never really knew it before.
How very odd it seems." And all of the chi!drenfelt
as though they had been permitted to take a personal
peen into one of Mother Nature's mystery boxes.
By JULIA DARROW COWLES
'ILL no one ever pick me up?" asked a
disconsolate pm one day as it lay m
a little pile of dust by he edge of the
A great many people passed by, but
they did hot hear the feeble wail. Per
haps they did not understand pin lan-
By and by a pretty little girl came tripping along,
"1 wonder," said the pin, "if she will pick me up."
It raised its little voice to its highest pitch, but it seemed
as if the child would pass along without noticing it. .
The sun was shining brightly, however; it happened
to light up the pin, and the little girl stooped and
picked it up. Then she stuck it in her waist. Why
she d:d so she scarcely could have told you, for her
mother had many pins at home.
As the child tripped along she thought that she heard
a feeble voice, but the wagons were rumbling along
and she was not sure about it. Finally the noise ceased
and then she distinctly heard the little pin say:
"Little girl, do you want me to tell you a story?"
Nov, of all things, Mary that was the little girl's
name loved a story, so she replied :
"Oh, yes, please do."
Mary sat down on a door-step and the pin began:
"It took centuries to bring me to life, and, therefore,
my history is a long one, although people do say : 'Oh.
that little pin! What history can that have? It is made
by machinery in a factory, very quickly, and afterward
sold very cheaply a couple of hundred for one cent."
That is true, t cannot deny it; but it grieves me to
hear people talk so about 'a pin.' I am not a common
pin. I am an old European pin, and it took a great deal
cf time to make me by hand. Before people thought of
making metals into pins they 'were obliged to use
thorns and skewers of wood to fasten things with, but
when we metal pins were invented people gained very
much in comfort. Of course, it was -only the rich who
could buy us then, for we were made by hand and were
very expensive. Gradually people found out ways by
which we could be made more cheaply, and then the
poor had some comfort out of us also. For, you know,
we are very useful things, indeed, although people speak
of us as being only pins; yet they would be at a great
loss without us. I wonder they never think of this."
"But you said that you are made of metals," said
Mary, "and that it took centuries to make you. How
was that ? And what are metals, please ?"
' "To begin at the beginning." answered the pin, "met-"
als are mineral substances found in the earth, in what
are called mines. Metals are born of the earth very
slowly, and siecp in her bosom sometimes for centuries
before men dig into the earth to find them and bring
them to the earth's surface. The metals have to be
purified, and melted, and then made into wire you
know we pins are copper, and zinc sometimes thirty
feet long, then cut into pin lengths, and afterward
sharpened, etc. I was. as 1 told you, made by hand,
so I was sharpened by myself on a grindstone ; then
my head was put on, and after that, my, what a knock
on the head that hammer gave me! To flatten it out,
you know. Nowadays pins are made in one piece, and
they are turned out by the thousands. They are so
cheap, too, that people do not care whether they lose
them or not. It was not so in my day. People took
care of us, for we were expensive and belonged to the
nobility only. Alas! that I should have lived to come
down so in the world."
"Never nind. little pin," said Mary. "I have a nice
box lined wih blue satin, and I will stick you in a little
cushion and put you among mama's curiosities, and tell
everybody that you are an old English pin and that
you belonged tc the nobility. Meanwhile, poor people,
to, will have some comfort out of your plebeian rela
tions. That should console you." -
C II o o 1
have to have a clean apron if it is. Have you all got
pennies for the drawing cards?"
"I need a' penny," said Nora. "No, I cant take
that," as Miss Warden produced a five-cent piece.
"Miss Havens hasn't got time to bother making change,
she says." i . !
"I should think not," ' said Aunt Florence, fervently.
"By the time she counts off ten for every trifling error
in the papers, and pastes stars on the grade cards, and
marks deportment, and Sells drawing cards, and an
swers questions, and "
"I am still waiting for help with my problems," broke
in Nora. "How many grains make a scruple?",
"Really, Nora, I don't know. I am not surprised your
mother wanted you called before daylight this morn
ing. There is the first bell and I haven't answered
one-third of your questions," confessed Aunt Florence,
but she regretted her rash statement when all three
girls set up a dismal howl that penetrated to the depths
of the spare bedroom and brought the nurse to say, se
verely, "My patient is getting quite nervous over the
noise out here."
"Are you all, ready?" asked Mary, reviewing them as
an officer doesTiis soldiers. "Pfcre, Nora, your cup has
not been sterilized since yesterday. Yes, get change
for your dime on the way somewhere, .Ethel.
Carry your beans carefully, child. Here is the befit! of
stars Miss Havens sent for, and, Jean, this is the day
the doctor treats your eyes. You may tell the superin
tendent there is no contagious disease in the family,
Ethel, if he has not called at your father's office. Tell
him it's a new brother. As soon as a doctor's buggy
stops at a house someone is sure to report to the school
board that someone is sick, and they inquire about it
before the children can come to school next day," she
explained, in an aside, to the bewildered Miss Warden.
"Now go on, children." . " .
"Myra, are you going to educate your one son?" de
manded Miss Warden, when her sister-in-law sat in the
family sitting-room showing off the new baby to some
"What a question, Florence ! Of course, we mean to
give him the best education we an afford." "
"Well, if educational matters advance as rapidly.-in
the next ten years as they have since I went to the
lower grade, youH have to hire a corps of instructors
to live right here in the house with you. It seems the
teachers are overworked now, looking after the ma
chinery of the schools, and the parents do the teaching.
Poor little chap!" and she gazed pityingly at the mass
of flannel in Mrs. Warden's lap. "Maybe you'll be kid
napped by gipsies before you're six, and then you won't
have to be educated. I nope so."
A Little Story
v as r
,BY HILDA RICHMOND
s rN - r f ttv
HE Wizzle sat clown by the shore of the lake,
With his easel and brushes a picture to make ;
And while he was working and humming a song,
The Gump and Skazoozle came strolling along.
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2 In using oil colors for painting that lake. '
. '. i ' T'e roillir iV,ciirH 1 TViti't vmi ttimi' that vmi oufrhter
'Acv'''''1." Employ water colors for a painting of water?"
Just then the Skazoozle, in manner most wise,
Spoke up, while he solemnly blinked his big eyes.
"Here's a question," said he, "you can't answer, I'll Set
Why is it the water is always so wet?"
. The Wizzle he turned him an answer to make,
And neglected to paint any banks to his lake;
So when in a moment again he looked round,
. He fpurid it had all run right off on the ground.
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Then the Wizzle jumped up with his palette and brush,
And at the Skazoozle and Gump made a Tush,
And ere they could make their escape from the scene,
He had painted the Gump a most beautiful green.
Then the Wizzle le,"an on his picture once more,
And this time he sL ted bv paintinsr the shore.-
t lAr And everyone said 'twas a beautiful scene.
f"V lit An
(v4 (Excepting the Gump and he said 'twas too green!)
V. V. L.EST1CI.
FLORENCE," called a weak voice, "it is
time to get the children up, so they will
not be late for school." ' x
"Now, don't you worry for an instant s-.
about anything," cautioned Miss War- .
den, hastening into the darkened room.
"It is only six o'clock, and I'll get them
up in plenty of time."
"But they always have to have hard parts of their
lessons explained to them," persisted Mrs. Warden.
"Of course, I know'you have a college education, but it
is the time I am thinking of. It always keeps me busy
till eight-thirty, and I am accustomed to it."
A warning look from the nurse made Miss Warden
say, hastily, "I'll call them right away," and she dis
appeared. Some household matters took up her attention till
Mary, the maid, respectfully reminded her of the chil
dren, and she hurried upstairs, where a prolonged wail
greeted her ears as Ethel sat up in bed and looked at
the alarm clock in horror. "I forgot to wind it last
night." she sobbed, "and we'll all be late to school."
"Hush!" commanded Miss Warden. "You'll Wake
the new baby and set your poor . mother distracted.
The clock was set for five, and I wrapped it up in some
clothes, for I knew you didn't get up at that time. All
you have to do is to get ready and eat your breakfast."
"But our lessons?" cried three voices at once.
"I think perhaps I can help you with them," said
Aunt Florence, indulgently. "Here, Jean, let me brush
"Mama always hears me say my capitals when she
combs my hair," announced that young lady. "I'm to
Indiana now." .
"Very well," said Miss Warden. "Begin, dear."
"Indiana, Indianapolis; Illinois. Springfield Ouch!
You pull, Aunt Florence Iowa, Burlington; Kentucky,
"That's not right," put in Ethel.
"I know it. I only said them wrong to see if she
knew them. We'll have to go down to the sitting-room,
Aunt Florence, and you can prop the book open on the
table. That's the way ()apa docs, but mania knows them."
Miss Warden meekly accepted the geography, and
ignored the scorn in her niece's tone. With one eye on
the. map and cne on the bobbing head before her, she
did her best, until a howl from the kitchen made her
rush to quiet it. Nora stood with an empty bottle in
her hand, and the remains of some sickly plants in the
oal hod seemed to be the cause of her woe."' Mary was
trying to comfort her and at the same time dig some
other plants out of a box on the window ledge.
'"What is the maftef, Nora?; demanded Aunt Flor
ence, iti severe loncs.lf ''I upset that bottle this morning
and broke those things you had in it. You are too big
a girl to be mussing with bottles of water."
"They were my beans for the Nature Study class
to-day. Every scholar who don't have beans to-day
loss fifty, and I've got to have some."
"f'll have them ready for you," promised Mary, has
tily washing the roots at the sink. "Wash your face,
.Nora, so you can eat breakfast."
"Well, I'd be glad to have some one tell me why a
child who has had .beans in her little garden fqr years
must take k bottle like that to " began Aunt Flor
ence, but she "was" interrupted by Jean, who tartly in
quired when she could have her hair finished.
"What's the covering to the lungs called, Aunt Flor
ence ?" demanded Ethel, frowning at a long list of ques
tions. "And do the veins carry pure or impure blood ?"
"My capitals come first," put in Jean, and her aunt
mentally blessed her for the delay.,. She puzzled her
brains over the vexing question, and was sharply re
minded by Nora that two capitals were given wrong
before she thought of the right word.
"The covering of the lungs is caljed peritoneum,"
explained Miss Warden, devoutly hoping her niece
would forget it at once, but that young lady produced a
pencil and demanded the spelling thereof. "Not that I
think it's right," she said, with the frankness of child
hood, "but I'll see when I get to school."
"I've got to have some help, too," announced Nora,
producing her tablet and pencil. "Aunt Florence, I've
only got three of my ten problems, and they're awful
.' "If six men do a piece of work in thirty days, how
long will it take three men to do it?" read , Aunt
Florence. "That's, easy, my dear. It will take three
men just twice. as long as six, won't it?"
"Oh, I know the answer," said the little girl, loftily;
"but it's the getting them right on the paper. I forget
which comes first, the solution or the conclusion. You
see, wc have to draw a thing like this, and number the
steps an3 make it just right, for every mistake counts
off ten." She hastily illustrated, and Miss Warden con
fessed that the task was beyond her.
"This bread is white, and the doctor said I must have
whole wheat," announced Ethel, from the breakfast
table. "I'm going to cat and get mama to help me af
terward. I wish the new baby had never come, for
niy grades have been bad ever since he's been here."
"Mary, is this a daily happening?" inquired Miss
Warden, lifting her voice above the tumult she was
powerless to quell. She had arrived late the night be-
fore, lo assist in managing her brother's household till
the mistress could take the reins once more,, and get
ting children off to school was an unknown field to her.
"All but the noise," called back Mary. "IH leave
' my dishw;ashing and lend you a hand. Mrs. Warden
always telephones to the doctor to ask about folks' in
sides when Miss Ethel forgets her book, and Mr.. War
den helps with the wraps in a pinch. Nora, pot your
' glasses on, child, or you'll have to stay out of school
with your eyes. . Ethel, is this music-lesson day? You'll
LITTLE sheet of paper white V---V
A little pen wherewith to write;
A little we.ll of ink fresh filled
A little more, perhaps, -just spilled
Upon a little table-top.
A little blotter meant to blot .
The little words that ought ta sli
Adown the little pen's new tip.
A little wiper not for show
For little pens get clogged, you know
These little things each had a share v
In little tasks to be done there.
But to a direful need was brought
A little head without a thought.
A little frown upon a face;
A little pucker out of place;
A little duty to be done
Before a record could be won.
A little braid of yellow hair
Just peeping o'er' a little chair ;
A little aching back is bent
Long ere the study hour is spent.
A little smile, a little tear,
A flushing cheek, a burning ear.
For little fingers never shirk
When little maids are hard at work.
A little weary head bobs low;
A little end of writing now: .
A little page no longer white;
A little story still to write.
A little word scrawled there and here,
A little dream unfold3, my dear.
A little picture is the rest
A little maid on father's breast.
Helen G' Balm ex.
The Third Twin
Jos. M. Gaites Explains When
A Twin is Not a Twin
At the matinee performance of "The Three Twins,"
one of the sweetest and cleanest "plays which is scor
ing such a phenomenal success on tourT a bright little
girl accosted Mr. Jos. M. Gaites, the welltknown pro
ducer and owner of "The Three Twins" Combany, with
questions innumerable. She was sorely perplexed and
insisted on finding someone who could explain how-the
three principals were called three twins. .
"Please, sir," she said, not knowing who, she was
addressing, "can you tell me why there axe only three
"men who look alike, and yet they call the play 'The
Three. Twins'? Don't tlvins mean two, and if there
are; three twins there ought to be si people,-and if
they just mean twins, who does the other one belong
to? ' I know they must be something to each other,
'cause I cant tell which one is which, and my mama
says she don't know, either. ' '
"Do yon think yon can tell me?" J - .
Mr. Gaites looked at the child in mild Mtonishment
What shall I teH her, he was thinking to himself and
a quizzical smile played round his mouth. He de
liberated a moment, thinking he sure was up against
it this time. ' - - .
"Well, yott see," he laid, "each one is a twin. Sup.
pose yoa had a twin brothel', your aunt had twins, too;
weU iJ'mt bKtlJr and ybur aunt's twins were to
gether there would be three twins, wouldn't they?"
"fiut suppose there were four triplets," persisted thl
precocious ooc; but Mr. Gaitei had fitd. -