A SHEEP IN WOLF'S CLOTHING 51 



The chrysalis of the Monarch is the most beautiful 

 gem in nature's casket of living jewels. Its color is 

 the most exquisite green, and it is enamelled with dots 

 of shining gold ; a gold far more wonderful than was 

 ever mined by man. This ornamentation can be of no 

 real use to the insect, and one is driven again to the 

 conclusion that nature has so wrought this living jewel 

 for the sake of beauty alone. 



From this emerald case comes, in due time, the 

 great red-winged butterfly; and how so large a butter- 

 fly can be packed in so small a case is nothing less than 

 a miracle. If, perchance, the issuing butterfly is a 

 male, then we have before us the veriest of insect 

 dandies ; he is not only trig in figure and gorgeous in 

 color but on each hind wing he carries a sachet bag 

 embroidered in black. He indulges in no vulgar flirt- 

 ing of a scented handkerchief to allure his lady-love ; 

 he simply flirts a beauteous red wing with a perfume 

 pocket on it, and lo! she is won. 



But the Monarchs have other problems of their own 

 just because the bird problem is eliminated. For 

 because of this immunity they spread and flourished 

 in their native tropic America until there came the 

 problem of more food plants, more milkweed. And 

 thus they began pushing farther north and south 

 during the seasons of milkweed growth. As they 



