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SOME TIME. Somo time wo shall know why Our sunniest mornings change to noons of rain; shodowod by And why our steps are so pain; And why we often lie On couches sown with thorns of oaro and doubt, thickly hedged about And why our lives are With bars that put our loftiest plans to rout. Some time we shall know why swift Our dearest hopes are swept so away, And why our brightest flowers first decay; Why song is lost in sigh. apart— . * Why Estrangement, clasping fingers slip and so death soon rend heart from space heart, depths tho teardrops Until from deepest start. M, _ - M <J> JK SrT UEy DWARFS ^ <£> 4? & IvITTLE BROTHER. §> ^ f. fer W a Gir.n’S adventure ix A MEXICAN town'. \t/ ISS STANLEY was a pink-and- English white girl, very tall "JllliiliB and shapely, The Mexican girls, who or- mim 1 dered out their ^ carriages a° if they had block to go, used to look upon her with amaze- ment as she tramped down their steep streets with a fine ’ swinging, ° heel- and-toe gait. She was picking her way one day among the vendors in the plaza, stop- ping once in a wliile to give some whining beggar or tattered monstrosity a centavo, when she felt her skirt pulled. Looking, she saw a tiny hand held out, and a childish alms. voice piped the usual formula for The little creature was no taller than a child of four. But the face! It was old and withered. The eyes were sunken and so old! Miss Stanley pulled back the rebozo_the hair was gray, “A dwarf,” repulsion.° she thought, with a lit- tie feeling of “How old are y 0U ?” “Fifty-four,” Then,'true piped up the wee thing. to fifty-eight,'but her sex, “The priest will tell you I am not; I am only fifty-four/’ She said her name was Bosita. Bosita, it appeared, did nearly any- thing for a living, begging preferably, although that is a somewhat over- crowded profession in Mexico. Some- times she sold chickens or vegetables on a commission. She had another source of income, being pensioner on the bounty of a young man—a centavo a week—but she confessed sadly he made her jump for the coin, and if he held his arm out straight she might jump in vain, she could not reach it, “The brute!" said Miss Stanley. Eosita did not know the meaning, but she looked up, pleased. That was good, the English lady was taking an interest in her, for the expletive sounded profane, and profanity from a feminine source indicated strong emo- tion, which she construed favorably. The poor in Mexico are always hun- gry, and Miss Stanley, knowing this failing, took Bosita to a little one- room restaurafPt. The menu was con- fined strictly to Mexican dishes. Mias Stanley noticed that Bosita put half her dinner to one side, wrapping the carne and frijoles in tortillas. When she came to a dnlce of some tropic fruit, boiled in a syrup of cane sugar, her little wrinkled eyes looked wistful. “How can I take some to my little brother?” she asked. Miss Stanley asked another ques- tion: “Is this food you have put away for your brother?” “Yes,” answered Bosita, in her squeaky voice, “I take all the care of him. We are alone, and I work for him. He is locked in the room now, see,” and she held up the massive key peculiar to Mexican doors. “Why is he locked in?” asked Miss Stanley, as she directed the mozo to put the dinner in a couple of ollas for Bosita to take to her brother. ‘‘He has combats with the children in the street, and I am afraid some one will g*t hurt,” she answered. Miss Stanley watched her trot away, laden with the dinner for her brother, So little and so old, unlike many dwarfs not bulky—indeed, pitifully thin. It was not until she reached her home that Mis3 Stanley remem- bered she had not asked how old the ‘‘little brother” was. She often met Bosita after that, sometimes in the Jardin, where the roses nodded overhead, and violets bloomed underfoot, and the band played softly and sweetly, as Mexican bands) do. Bosita w'ould dart from the circling stream of pelado into the inner circle, where the quality walked under the trees or sat on the iron benches. Miss Stanley could seldom resist the little, dirty, badly worked square of drawn-work held out by the tiny hand. Constance Stanley had no father or mother, and, living with a brother who was endeavoring to effect the drainage of “the richest silver mine in the world," she wandered an- checked through the crowded, narrow streets of the old town with a young criada her only safeguard. She had often longed to explore a dark street that plunged downward from the paved and civilized one. It was damp and muiky. A staircase of stone, with crumbling adobe walls, two and three stories high. fluttered Across the Street’s narrow width strings of washing. The women, with their red petticoats and blue rebozos, made bright blots of color. The men loafed about, lean and lagged. It reminded her of Naples. The doorways swarmed Borne time we all shall know ~ Each other, aye, as wa oursolves ore known; has And see how out of darkness light grown. loves And He—who us so— Despite our wilfulness and blind oom- Will show plaint— how His kind and calm us re- strnlnt Can mold a human soul into a saint. Some time our eyes shall see The silver lining to the darkest cloud, loud. While silvery echoes follow thunder Some time our hearts shall be Content, forgetting all our restless mood, And knowing everything has worked- for good— and when, and why be under- The how, stood. —Lillian Gray. yBh babies and dogs—poverty march- *ng always side by side with those in- nocents. Down she went. The street made an abrupt turn.. At the corner she was startled by seeing, protruding from a hole cut in a squalid doorway, several hmg, black fingers. They were with- drawn, and she saw, as she passed the door, two blood-shot eyes peering out like beast’s eyes. Nma, ninita! the good mother of sent you, and see what gain will be yours!” Turning, Miss Stanley be- beld Bosita at her fieel. She had a P^ a ‘ e to sell a coarse, ironstone ^ikin^ plate, cliipped and cracked. there was a look of intense agony on her old face, and her wee hands shook as 8 ^ e drew h er treasure forth from under her rebozo. The plate was lm- P ossib le, and Constance, breaking tllat fact very gently to the little dwarf, was astonished to see the tears gather and fall over her shriveled ch f®!f s - * or * wo ‘days, senorita, . I have not dared unlock that door,” and she nodded toward the mean portal where the eyes had shone and the fingers protruded restlessly, “‘Little brother’ has nothing to eat, except the few tortillas the poor around here could 8' ive > and ““7 of these go hungry from the sun’s coming up until the sun’s going down.” Constance sent her servant and Bosita to the plaza for some cooked fooi, and, while she waited, she talked * n *he doorways with Pepita and Lola an d Juana. They told her how Bosita w orkea and starved for her brother. 0 (113 ' asked Constance. * u ' eu S£ y?' mey said. e a °hdd or is he big enough '' _ 0: 'h ,_ * or her? sae asked, impa- ,, An. ,Vi t no is grandote, , but also he is . * oco > 1111 mamatico. See, that is Jose aow 0 S‘ ares from the hole in the do °r „ ; Stanley listened to them with . "‘lss ^at rapt attention we all give to tales of the mad. He dug deep holes in the eaith floor, burrowing like an animal, sometimes he escaped in that way and tdien ‘here y as f ® ar tixe narrow street, and the police, after a bloody hght, would drag him shrieking back 1° tae oae P oor room Bosita called f, ome ',,, s a '' Ta 7 3 P ,lt food through the door , tor him before ven- tu rmg to open it. Once, tor a long time, he had not menaced the peace of the street. That as wuea ae killed the sereno. A po- liceman had jeered him as he peered trom the hole m the door, much as Pf°P le 8 hyena snarlin 8 in a cage, .8 | na “ aay ® memories, for Jose, one ea e moon v '" as big, crept softly about , the , dark room, and, find- ln <? *h e ’ Bey Bosita’s small cunning had hidden, opened the door, crept again softly up the street to an adobe doorway where was sleeping a sereno, l 113 head on his knees. The police have a day and night shift, but one ca -nnot expect^ a madman to know everything. So it was an innocent maa who had his neck wrung as the cook does a, chicken’s. They could on v guess what then.happened. There ' vere on v the pulsing stars looking silently down and the great, calm moon. However, it was evident he must have dragged and worried and and teased that poor piece of clay for G°cl knows how far or long. They found him asleep by the dead sereno, and, although too polite in the Land of the Noonday Sun to manacle or chain, they took the precaution to Be with stout maguey rope Jose’s slumbering bulk before six of the largest policemen would venture to carry him to the carcel. Jose’s kind of people are treated with deference in Mexico. So, after some time, the man was sent back for the dwarf to feed and care for, and Bosita’s face took on more wrinkles each day. with By the time Bosita returned the food, Constance, who understood Spanish very well, had heard much of the “little brother.” • She declined to look through the peep-hole at him ravening over his dinner like a wild beast. Followed by Bosita’s wordy gratitude, she climbed to the top of the street and there met Mr. Dysart. Mr. Dysart had but lately risen from the following letter: Dear Mollie: Tell father I am looking after the mining business In great shape, Stanley, ^ awful ‘^Engifch girl, R j r i there, Miss pretty I Won knew her brother, at the three-mile. Dick Stanley, He’s at Trinity. pretty a cup a g?er-colored dog her. of’ Look Oglethorp^ Tobin’s eight guineas to buy old duffer out for the foot. Don’t let the from ‘s^tXm love and wlshin’them a good pratie crop. Love to dad and yourself. Tony. After Tony Dysart had evolved this characteristic missive from his insides, he went out for ft swallow of fresh air and to relieve himself of the strain of composition by a long walk. Constance was very lovely at the dance, in a faint-green brocade, with a quantity of creamy old lace. Some crimson poppies were twisted round her ivory shoulders. One or two more of the flaming flowers shone froiii her pale-gold hair. Mr. Dysart completely lot lost his head over her; as he had a of possessions in Ireland, among them a rich father and an ancient and hon¬ orable ancestry, he could afford to do so. He was thinking of her as she had looked the night before, when sud¬ denly she appeared, with her servant, zjW’.'S. '<?££* ™ getting dusk. On the strength of being at W ith her brother, he began with true irascibility to take her to task for her imprudence. But Miss Con¬ stance tightened up her soft, haughty mouth and, giving him the rear curve of a tweed shoulder to study, led him a chase home. occupied been Senm Lopek'tt was presented to Dick, together with a mine worth millions, several black-eyed girls, and what other trifling property Don Felipe owned. However, Dick con - tinned to pay the rent regularly and gazed on the girls from afar. The hanging-lamp was lighted in the zaguan; and when the mozo unchained the great double doors, a flood of melody and fragrance rushed out to pgeet them from the birds and flowers in the dim patio. Dick, in asmoking- jacket, lounged out from the sala to insist that Tony, old boy, should take tea with them. "Which he did. Tliat was tiie first difference be- tween the brother and sister. Dick adored Tony, and every night they pumped out the mine or rode to hounds over the sala floor. But Constance detested him, and, con- trary to her usual reticence, said so. She tramped around the disreputable and filthy streets twice as much as be- fore ’ for she knew it annoyed him. Sometimes she would see him follow- ing, and she resented his espionage, “Why don’t you like Tony?” Dick would ask. ‘‘"You know my theory, Connie, that a sporty man like Dysart makes the best husband.” “Oh, Dick! who is talking about husbands? I think that a man who is utterly doggy and horsey and takes Browning to be authority on pink-eye or glanders is a very poor companion. To quote your ‘dear Tony,’ ‘we don’t trot in the same class!”* Dick gave a contemptuous snort, This was one day at luncheon, and Constance, instead of the good cry she pined for, took a walk. She had and not seen Bosita for some time, she turned her steps toward what Dr. Dysart called “those cut-throat dens.” She had never seen the street so de- gerted. All were taking a siesta, even the dogs. As she reached the sharp corner, she heard a thin little shriek fjill of appeal. She recognized Bosita’s voice, and ran with her criada at her into the low, open doorway she bad before so shudderingly avoided. There, snapping his teeth and roll- j n g bis bloodshot eyes, was Bosita’s “little brother” tied with strong ropes to an iron pin in the wall—but his arms were free, and he stood there, a giant in size. He had secured the b e y anc 7 bad almost pulled the staple from t be wall, but Bosita was clinging t 0 bis arm and calling for help. To anc [ f ro be swung her as a wolf might a rabbit. He had the key in his black, cruel hands and ha brought it down on her up-turned face. Then again, as Con- stance rushed forward with a scream, the key fell with a crunch on the little, old, gray head. At that moment the pin gave way, for adobe walls are not strong. Con- stance turned with her hands thrown 0 ut wildly. Over Bosita’s body the madman tripped with a crash to the earth floor; just as he fell, he caught Constance’s gown in his grasp. She f e u with him, and, falling, knew the room had filled with a clattering crowd, anc ] that Tony Dysart, smooth-shaven and blonde, loomed above all. Constance, with the help of her criada, got out in the street, where s be listened, with beating heart, to the cries, curses, and scuffling going inside. There was one dominating, awful groan—then a sinister silence, \ moment of sickening uncertainty f 0 r that unemotional young English- his -woman, and Tony Dysart, panting, his clothes torn, and blood-stains on f ace an( ] hands. He walked firmly enough, to give Constance a helping arm up the stairs, He said Bosita was dead, and he thought the “little brother” would die for, while ho was struggling with him, a policeman had crept np and struck him over the head with a heavy j ron bar. “Here we are at the Casa Stanley,” s he said, as they stopped before the carved doors. ‘<Come in. Dick will want to see you. He can thank you better than I.” “b' 0 one can thank me like you,” the Tony replied. “And I must go to little, hotel. This arm of mine pains a No, not broken,” he answered, trying to smile, “but Tittle brother’wrenched it a trifle.” Constanoe, however, would not ac- cept his easy assurance that it was all ^ “Yon must come in, Dick will want you. “Do you want me, though?” She did not answer that; but, as she let the knocker fall, turned with t^ars in her eyes, “"Will you come, Tony?” wiU he inaisted ’ “ if wft nt me. The big doors swung open “I want you,” she said, slowly. And the doors clanged behind them, Wagner, in the Argonaut. COOD ROADS_NOTES. Synonymous Terms. We clip from Dun’s Beview the fol¬ lowing: Lonis—Business has improved “St. in all lines this week two to fifteen per cent. Groceries are in the back¬ ground, but promise improvement soon with better roads.” Memphis—Since the waters receded and country roads have improved, trade and collections have been better.” Moral—Good roads and good busi¬ ness are synonymous terms.—L. A. W. Bulletin. A Parmer’s Views. The farmers’ real taxes are not those which he pays into the town treasury, but the most burdensome tax is the unnecessary expense which he must meet wherever he does his work at a disadvantage. If he insists on cut¬ ting grass with a scythe where a mow¬ ing machine could be used, he is taxing himself by as much as the in¬ creased labor, but it doesn’t seem like taxes because it isn’t called by that name. If he goes twice to town instead of once with a given load, his tax is very materially increased, but in spite of this, he too often objects to paying out the dollar that might bring him two in another way. In view of these facts, it is refreshing to receive a letter from a farmer, who says that he be¬ lieves in the extensive building of permanent highways for the reason that such means of communication would decrease the farmers’ taxes rather than increase them.—L. A. "VV. Bulletin. Good Roads and Broad Tires.g The movement in favor of good roads which has at last really begun to agi¬ tate rural communities all over the country involves many contributory issues of considerable importance. For instance^ssociations which have un¬ dertaken the task of improving the country roads are generally advising farmers to make use of broad tires upon their wagon-wheels, instead of the narrow tires which cut and rut a soft road so deeply. It is not easy to induce the farmers' to follow this advice, because it im¬ plies and requires at theontset the re¬ pairing of the road. Broad-tired wagons could make little or no progress over some of the muddy and rough roads which are too often found not far from the busiest and most thriving cities. Narrow wheels cut their way through .more easily, but only* at the cost cf exhausting the horses which draw the wagon, and of still further injuring the road as a thoroughfare. If the highway could but be im¬ proved sufficiently to bear the heavy tires, the wheels would act like a minia¬ ture road-roller, and assist in keeping the road in good condition instead of tearing it to pieces. As an immediate result, access to markets would bo made much more easy, draught animals would gain iu efficiency and length of service, aud it would be possible to transport larger loads with greater ease and conveni¬ ence than is the ease at present. The farmers and the rural commu¬ nities which they control hesitate to take the first step because of the im¬ mediate expense involved. It ought not to be hard to convince so intelli¬ gent a portion of the community that real economy, both of labor and money, would be gained by improved road¬ beds and the use of broader tires.— The Youth’s Companion. Avoca, la., is making some extensive road improvements. A Boad Improvement Association has been organized at Lima, O. The Legislature of Massachusetts has appropriated $800,000 to be used in road building in various parts of the State. Goodroads throughout this Common¬ wealth are absolutely necessary. I am for the Good Boads bill and all that it means, and will be until it becomes a law. —Bepresentative Ebenezer Adams, of Pennsylvania. Bad roads caused the death of E. E. Brown, at Deposit, N. Y., recently. Mr. Brown was drivin j a heavy wagon through the streets of that town when the wagon caught iu a rut throwing him to the ground, and the wheel passed over his head, injuring hours. him so severely that he died in a few Convict labor in road building is be¬ ing employed in Duval County, Flor¬ ida, and in North Carolina. In the latter case twenty-one and a half cents per day per head is said to cover the cost of food, clothes, medical atten¬ dance and guards, compared with twenty-eight cents per day for main¬ taining the same prisoners in jail. Growing Crystals. A method of growing crystals of unusual lustre and transparency has been described to the French Academy by P. de Wateville. The small crys¬ tal is mounted in such a manner that it can be continuously rotated several times in a second while growing in the saturated solution. Alum crystals grown in this way at fifty degrees suc¬ cessively lose their dodecahedron and cube faces, and at last have only those of the octahedron. Especially fifie re¬ sults were obtained with potassium and'ammonia alums, copper sulphate aud sodium chlorate. A Rabbit Club. The people of Wolf Valley, Texas, have organized a rabbit club. The club pays one cent for e.ach cottontail scalp, and two and one-half cents for each jack rabbit. The organization of this club is a necessity. Babbits have ruined all fruit trees this winter which were not protected by oak .bushes. If something is not done to destroy these pests the farmers will suffer great loss. WHITE WOMEN REFUSE TO WORK WITH COLORED HELP. FOURTEEN HUNDRED WALK OUT. Textile Workers Will Take a ITand In the Fight and Will Push the Mat¬ ter to the End. Because twenty negro women were put to work in the Fulton Bag and Cotton Mills at Atlanta, Ga., Wednes¬ day morning, over 1,400 men, women and children employed in the mills quit their machines and walked out. The strike was started by the white women employed at tho mills, who refused to work with negro women. The women and children struck at 8 o’clock in the morning and the men walked out at noon. The mills were promptly closed down and it may be weeks before they are operated again. The strikers after quitting work lost no time iu organizing. A meeting was held at 3:30 o’clock in the Feder¬ ation of Trades hall. Committees were appointed and the strike was given a good shove off by the other trade unions. The big strike was entirely unex¬ pected by the operators of the bag and cotton mills. At the regular morning hour for beginning work, the entire force of nearly 1,500 hands were at the factory and nothing unusual could be noticed. The women bqd been told on the previous evening that the negro women would be put to work iu the folding department Wednesday morn¬ ing, and it seems that some of them had already discussed the matter be¬ fore going to the factory. But for the have promptness of the police there would been a serious riot aud there would have been bloodshed had there been a leader of the strikers. Instead of that it was a spontaneous determination on the part of the women and girls employed in the fac¬ tory and mills to resist the employ¬ ment of negro women at the same work. There was no leader and the incipient rioting was quickly sup¬ pressed. Two boys who had led the incipient riot were arrested and carried out of the crowd. Some of the strikers wanted to rescue them from the offi¬ cers, blit wiser counsel prevailed, and the boys were sent to the police bar¬ racks. They were afterwards released on collateral furnished by strikers. The management claim that they were compelled to employ the sufficient negroes as they could not secure a number of white laborers to carry on their business. NEW W AGE SCALE SIGNED. Whole Price Fist Is Governed by a One Cent Card Hate. The new amalgamated association wage scale was signed at Youngstown, O., Tuesday afternoon by President Garland, of the Amalgamated Asso¬ ciation of Iron, Steel and Tinworkers, and Secretary James H. Nutt, of the Iron Manufacturers’ Association. The whole scale is governed by a 1-cent card rate, which means 1 cent per pound, selling price, for bar iron. "When the selling price of bar iron goes up, everybody’s wages go up, but wages cannot go any lower than they are now, now matter how low the sell¬ ing price of bar iron goes. MINT RECORD BROKEN. Three Millions of Gold Received at San Francisco*In One Bay. All mint records were broken by the receipts at San Francisco Wednesday when $3,750,000 in gold was deposited for coinage. Of this amount $75,000 was the property of the Alaska Commercial Company and the balance was deposit¬ ed by various mines and smelting companies. FOURTH GEORGIA REGIMENT To Hold Annual Reunion at BaGrange on the 17th Instant. The Fourth Georgia Regiment, C. S. A., will hold their thirteenth an¬ nual reunion at LaGrange, Ga., Aug. 17th inst. It is important that all comrades expecting to take part in the reunion should arrive in LaGrange on the afternoon of the 16th. DENTISTS CONSOLIDATE. Hereafter There Will Be Only One A.sso- elation of Tooth Pullers. The Americon Association of Den¬ tists and the Southern Dental associa¬ tion, which organizations were in convention at Old Point Comfort for the past week, united into one body with Dr. Thomas Fillbrown, of Boston, as president. Dr. George H. Cushing, of Chicago, was elected secretary. The southern association was organ¬ ized in Atlanta iu 1869 aud has grown in strength and importance every year since. She American association was composed exclusively of dentists who practice outside of the southern terri¬ tory. OYER THEIR DEAD FATHER. Trro South Carolina Boys Quarrel and Then Fight With Pistols and Knives. A Columbia, S. C., special says: Wicher Smith, an old resident of New¬ berry county, died Monday. Tuesday night his two sons, Walter and How¬ ard, trid to decide where they would bury tbe body. They could not agree, blows follow¬ ed words, then knives and pistols were drawn. Walter was stabbed seven times and Howard severely shot. WORDS OF WISDOM. Who sings in grief procures relief. He loves thee well who wakes the# weep. That which is lightly gained is little valued. A woman that marries for a home pays big rent. Some of our happiest moments are spent in air castles. Yon can very often count your friends by your dollars. Only those can sing in the dark who have a light in the heart. A man's idea of a perfect woman is one who thinks he is perfect. There* is no jewel in the world so valuable as a chaste and virtuous woman. Even in traveling in a thorny path it may not be necessary to step on all the thorns. He who seeks after what is impossi¬ ble, ought iu justice to be denied what is possible. Marrying a man to reform him is equal to putting your fingers into a fire to put it out When two souls have but a single thought, they should stop spooning and get married. A man’s cynicism is bounded on the north by his vanity and on the south by his digestion. When you say “I don’t care,” try to see that your tone of voice doesn’t in¬ dicate that you do. It is always a mystery to a woman why her husband doesn’t seem to pity old bachelors more. Life is like a nutmeg grater. You have to rub up against the rough side of it to accomplish anything. Every woman has an idea that she can judge a man by looking straight m his eyes—but can she?—The South- West. Perils of Orchid Huniting. English florists and flower lovers are in a great state of mind over an orchid recently exhibited by Sander, the St. Albans grower. Its scientific name is the Cattleya Beineckiana, which to the initiative mind, says the New York Times, is not very promising, but the flower itself is described as a vision of beauty aud delight. The wings of its seaguil-like blossom are white as snow, while the body portion is of gold and vermilicSS, eight luchd^ It is the largest and the most bgautiful Cattlefa ever known to civilized world, and it would take 1000 guineas to buy it. Arnold, the famous orchid collector, sent it to England just before he lost his life while hunting for further sim¬ ilar treasures, Arnold was the man who, while traveling in Venezuela, made the acquaintance of a young fellow who appeared to be roving for pleasure. Arnold traveled with him for some distance, but a few chance words in a wayside inn made Arnold aware that the supposed, pleasure seek¬ er was really another orchid collector . bent on the same errand as himself, and using every means to supplant him. At once Arnold drew his revolver, and there and then gave his acquaintance the option of either fighting a duel with him or retiring from the field. The latter course was chosen, Ar- nold’s death soon afterward, under cir¬ cumstances which have never yet been cleared up, is by no means a solitary- example of tbe perils of orchid hunt¬ ing, and though in the mor'e civilized districts the work is comparatively easy, there arc still countries in which an orchid seeker may be said to carry his life in his hands. A Cat That Goes Cycling, Chicago boasts of a feline cyclist. He is Dixie Norton, of 4011 Drexel Boulevard, and as his mistress, Mrs. Leland Nortou, spins down the boule¬ vard he stands erect in a fanciful In¬ dian basket that hangs from the handle bar, and watches the sights with all the eagerness of a happy child at a carnival. “How did Dixie learn to ride? Why,” said Mrs. Norton, “he was al¬ ways crazy to go out, and one evening last summer I picked up his basket and held him at arm’s length while I rode around the block. After that he used to perch on my shoulder, but as his avoirdupois increased, I was obliged to swing him from the handle bar.” • The query, “Dixie, darling, do you want to go to ride?” is sufficient to send Dixie bounding with delighted squeals headforemost into his basket, where he wriggles and twists until “heads are up,” when he sets up a piteous howl. When taken from the wheel his vocalization is something terrific, and he frantically clutches and claws everything in reach. Mrs. Norton believes he is equal to a hun¬ dred mile run, and some day a gold century bar may rest on the snow- white breast of Dixie Norton.—New York Commercial Advertiser. Remarkable Glacier Eruption. A remarkable glacier eruption oc curred during the early part of tha present year in the south of Iceland. A postman was crossing the sands of Sakeitara when he heard sounds pro¬ ceeding from a glacier two miles in front of him and saw large masses of ices being hurled up into the air from the glacier. This was followed by a flood, which began descending to aud the sands below. He promptly fled, when he returned, about a week later, he saw a belt of ice waves extending from the glacier to the sea, a distance of at least twenty-five miles. The average breadth of this belt was about four miles. The height varied from seventy to ninety feet. On the other side of the ice field were newly formed torrents which sprang from the glaciers. No one was injured by the glacier eruption, which, it is thought,, may have some connection with the severe earthquakes of last summer.