gal begins to spin faster and faster, the brown mush climbs higher up the sides of the screen like water in a whirling vessel. Presently it becomes a lighter color-a yellow-almost, white, and now it is whirling so fast you can't see it go. At this point Tim begins playing water on it to rinse off the tenacious molasses from the crystals, finishing with a solution tinged with an infinitesimal amount of blueing to counteract the faintest yellow tinge that might remain. Now the whirling basket stops, and the moist, snow white sugar tumbles into the conveyors. Next time you see it it will be churning in a steam heated drum to dry it, and the next time it will be running into the sacks to be trucked aboard the

cars.

Now you are ready to comprehend how each one of those millions of beets harvested contained one-fifth or one-sixth its weight of sugar-say a teacup full. Could it be put back on the land again it would give the appearance of a night's fall of snow as far as you could see. But I warrant you never thought of this hum

ble grocery before as you think of it now. Does it not seem incredible to you that these tiny crystals (whether they originate from cane or beets or water melons or potatoes) always build themselves up in the same regular shapes with the same inflexible arrangement of twelve atoms of carbon, twenty-two atoms of hydrogen and eleven of oxygen-that we are able to bring them through all the stages of dissolving many times over, combining with lime, treatment with sulphur, boiling and washing; when they might at any instant turn to half a dozen entirely worthless substances but for the unceasing testing and watching of the chemists? It would seem no stranger to me if a checker board in the smoking car should go through a railway collision and appear, after the wreck was cleared, right side up with the moves undisturbed. Think, also, of the amount of toil. Remember the man you saw being carried out to be revived from a heat prostration, and the fellows at the steaming presses who sleep on the floor between operations and enjoy twelve hundred hours of ham

mam bath during the season; also the individual in the pulp bin who lives an equal time in oilskins drenched with hot water. Think of the master mechanic who has stood forty hours directing a repair job and lived on black coffee heated on the steam chest cover. Above all, consider the superintendent-the lean, weary superintendent-who carries this entire plant in his head as though it were simple as the rule of three; who can keep track of ten miles of piping and a thousand valves and five hundred men, and use seven thousand horse power without wasting any and slice ninety tons of beets an hour; who is equal to any emergency, has the presence of mind to avert danger while others are running away, and the courage to strip and go into the sewer, where no one else will go, to clear a blockade of pulp; who, most wonderful of all, refrains from going crazy during the course of a hundred days and nights of "campaign," until he can take to the tall timber with a gun and a fishing rod to recuperate.

Now all this sugar-the trainload that disappears around the curve each dayis consumed by the population of a very inconsiderable part of the map. The luxurious American people eat more sugar per capita than any other nation earth; and each. year they eat more than before. And this is a good idea; for in

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this way the market can never be satisfied. They will always have the fun of eating it and we shall always have the fun of making it, and the great National Government will have the fun of engineering water all over its vast deserts and the immigration bureau will find room and employment for all the immigrants who will cut out the dynamite and go out on the new land with the right spirit.

HE dog as a life-saver has been rediscovered. A thousand years ago Bernard de Menthon, great-grandson of a Paladin of Charlemagne, founded his Hospice on the bleak 8,000 feet peak that bears his name, and installed his dogs as aids to the Alpine wayfarer. And today the emigrant laborer, lost in deep pathless snow, owes life and succor to these superb brutes.

But the ambulance dog seeking the wounded on the battlefield; the dog as "policeman" and rescuer from the waters

these are institutions of yesterdayinvented, so to say, to meet changing conditions of modern life. The war dog was wanted, and you will find him now with every army on earth. He runs

errands, and carries dispatches through an enemy's line where a trooper would surely perish under a pitiless fire.

But, above all, he smells out the fallen who have crept into holes and corners to escape the rain of shot and shell, and the cruel wheels of galloping guns and charging squadrons. The Russian general, Count Keller, employed a troop of ambulance dogs in the late war; and his Medical Staff were by their means enabled to find hundreds of the wounded, who must otherwise have died miserably in remote corners of a battle front extending for forty miles.

Captain Cistola, of the Italian General Staff, maintains in Rome a regular stud of war dogs; and the great September manoeuvres of the German army, commanded by the Emperor in person, sees officers like General Von Herget, and

Prince Adolf of Schaumburg-Lippe testing the dogs of the Ambulance service by means of hidden "wounded," disposed in realistic fashion.

So much then for the war-dog, now thoroughly established as a valuable ally. As "policeman" the dog was born in Ghent, Belgium. The idea is due to Ghent's Chief of Police, M. Van Wesemael. Alarmed at the increase of crime he asked for more men, but was told the city could not afford it-"the Municipal Budget has been exhausted."

And as it was, Van Wesemael's men already dreaded the outlying suburbs by night, for they were haunted with desperadoes who stopped at nothing, even murder. And so he thought of big powerful dogs as four-legged aids, and bought six forthwith.

A serious experiment, seriously undertaken. The names of the canine recruits were gravely entered on the police books. A veterinary surgeon was engaged to provide for their health; and the most patient, resourceful and intelligent of the captains (a breeder of Belgian draft dogs, at that) entrusted with their

education. They were trained first of all to mistrust every man in civil dress. And they were also taught by officers who "dressed the part" to know and chase persons who ran off with suspicious bundles.

They went on duty only at night, and the city's crimes diminished at once. Nor is it hard to understand why. Those dogs were everywhere-eager, restless, zealous for reward which took the cheap form of an affectionate pat or an appreciative word. There was no hiding from them, for their keen scent ever betrayed the lurking malefactor. When he ran they ran much faster. When he plunged into river or canal, he might shake off the officer with two legs, but never the one with four, which was a rapid and powerful swimmer.

No wonder, therefore, the dog policeman came to stay. More than that, his fame spread in France and Prussia, Austria and Italy, where you will find dog police today, comically conscious of their own dignity, and seeing to it that all civilians respect them.

The canine police of Paris are likewise

life-savers; but their element is the River Seine, rather than snowy mountain-top or fire-swept field of battle. They are all Newfoundlands, strong and courageous, devoted and sagacious to an almost human degree. Some of them, like Diane and Athos, have a long and noble record of life-saving. As quite a youngster, Diane saved a whole ship's crew. A "tramp" of 3,000 tons was driven ashore near Cherbourg in a sea so furious that no boat could put off to her

rescue.

Diane was in "private life" in those days. Her owner, standing on the galeswept beach, directed the big dog's attention to the distressed ship, put a little stick in her mouth and bade her plunge into the boiling sea. Slowly Diane fought her way to the tramp, which by that time was being pounded to pieces on the jagged rocks that emerged from the spume from time to time, like gigantic spear-points.

The powerful animal could not quite reach the steamer, but approached near enough to enable the crew to throw overboard a rope with a piece of wood attached, and this fell within five yards of Diane, now fast becoming exhausted. Dropping her own stick she seized the new one, struggled back to shore with it and laid it at her master's feet. In this way a line of communication was established and every man on board rescued.

A very similar case is that of the Ger

A MOCK RESCUE.

NEWFOUNDLAND SEARCHING THE QUAYS FOR THIEVES

man ketch Maria, which went ashore and was in danger of breaking up. The crew saw it was hopeless to jump overboard by reason of the rocks and terrific swell. They therefore tied a rope to a stick and threw it into the sea, hoping it would drift ashore. But it did not-quite. Athos was there with his mistress, who urged him with thrown stones to "fetch" the fateful scrap of driftwood.

He tried nobly, but was driven back time after time by the heavy seas, and badly hurt on rocks whose topmost pinnacles were often awash. The distance was only one hundred and twenty yards, but it nearly cost brave Athos his life. He did succeed, however, in bringing the

line ashore-a feat impossible to any human swimmer-and ceived the ovation he deserved so well.

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Of such recruits are the agents plongeurs, or water-dog police of Paris composed And you may be sure the first of them-Pelvoux, Diane and Athos, with Cesar, Paris and Turco; as well as Meidje, D'Artagnan and the rest-became the pets of all Paris. They were installed by M. Lépine, the Prefect of Police, seven years ago