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the guest.
Luck tapped upon a cottage door,
A gentle, quiet tap;
Ar.il Laziness, who lounged within,
The cat upon his lap.
Stretched out his slippers to the fire
And gave a sleepy yawn:
"Oh, bother! let him knock again!"
He said; but Lucia was gone.
Lurk tapped again, more faintly still,
Upon anothirdoor.
Where Industry wag hard at work
Mend'ir.g his cottage floor.
The door was opened wide at once;
"Come In!" the worker cried.
And Luck was taken by the hand
And fairly pulled inside.
He still is there—a wondrous guest
From out whose magic hand
Fortune flows fast—but Laziness
Can never understand
llow Industry found such a friend;
"Luck never came my way!"
He sighs, and'quite forgets the knock
Upon his door that day.
—Priscllla Leonard, in Youth's Com
panion.
A Knave of
Conscience
By FRANCIS LYNDE.
V S
(Copyright I'JVU, by Francis Lyudo.)
CHAPTER XXII.
"I tell you, Griswold, there is no
doubt about it; we have Jasper
Orierson to thank for every move in
this block game of ours. Every dol
lar's worth of work that we have
lost has been taken away from us
by his orders; and when we shall
confe to the heart of this strike busi
ness we shall find out that lie is at
the bottom of that."
The partners were closeted in the
private ofllee of the iron works, dis- i
Cussing the discouraging outlook in
general and the ultimatum of the
workmen in particular, and thus far
Griswold had been unable to offer
any helpful suggestion.
"I don't like to believe that, Ned,"
he protested. "It is a terrible charge
to bring against any man. Besides,
what motive could he have?"
"The one motive he has for every
th ing he does—greed. lie meant to !
swallow me whole when he lent me
the money for the enlargement of
the plant. You stepped in and
stopped that, and now he means to
•wallow both of us."
Griswold shook his head. "I can't
Conceive the hardness of it, Ned,"
"If you should accuse him of hard
ness it would make him laugh in
your face. He would say it was
business. But that is nothing to
him. He is something more than a
driver on the Juggernaut-car of
business. He is a robber, out and
out, and one who sticks at nothing.
Have you heard of that deal he is
engineering with the old banker from
New Orleans?"
"What banker?"
"Old Andrew Galbraith, of the
Bayou State bank."
If Griswold did not turn pale at
the mention of Andrew Galbraith's
name it was because his face was al
ways colorless. Vet he forced him
self to ask the question:
"I haven't heard of it; what is it?"
"Grierson is about to stick the old
Scotchman for a cool million in the
Red lake pine lands. You know
what they're worth—or, rather, how
utterly worthless they are."
"Oh, I think you must be mistaken,
Ned. It would be sheer robbery."
"I am not mistaken; it came as
straight as a string. It is a family
matter and I ought not to mention
It even to you. Young Blanton drew
up the papers and, as you may have
guessed before this, he and Gertie
have no secrets from each other.
The deal is all but closed."
Griswold went silent at that, sit
ting quiet for so long that Raymer
wondered a little, and would have
wondered a great deal if lie could
have known what a lion's net of re
sponsibility his bit of information
had flung over the silent one.
Truly, of ail men living, Kenneth
Griswold should have been the last
to fe"l any conscientious promptings
toward the saving of the man whom
he himself had robbed; and yet the
promptings were there, full-grown
and insistent. He was still wrestling
with them when the noon whistle of
the iron works jarred sonorously
upon the air, and Raymer got up and
walked to the window commanding
a view of the gates. And it was
Bayruer's voice that broke his rev
erie.
"It has come," said the ironmaster;
and Griswold quickly joined him at
the window.
The men were filing soberly out
at the great pates with their dinner
pails and other belongings. The
atrike was on.
CHAPTER XN'lir.
It was late in the afternoon of one
of the matchless summer days when
Griffin became an involuntary Crusoe.
It was in the second week of the
•trike and the fourth of his sojourn
In Wahnsku, and being no nearer the
Solution of his problem than he was
on the day of theory-framing when
be had made sure that Charlotte
Farnlium's robber-lover would indue
time make hi* appearance, In- had
fallen into the way of killing time
in a rowboat on the lake. It was
weary work, this waiting for a man
who might never turn up, and there
was a limit to the satisfaction to lie
gotten out nt prying into the a Hairs
of s small city whose history one
might read as h« ran. Mo Griflin
took to the rowboat and the lake,
ptilliiitr Kiow-raees sgaiuot time,
wrestling with hi* problem im *tt
while, and calling himself hard
Hauies; saying that it was only the
iiiri ti i jf tiie ti.'ut e, uti 1 uit the
hope of success, which was keeping
him.
In the afternoon of the Crusoe
hazard lie had pulled out to the islet
in the middle of the lake, had drawn
the light boat up on the sand and
had climbed the low bluit to smoke
the pipe of reflection in the shade
of the trees. It was here, with his
back to the bole of a great oak, that
sleep found him, smiting the pipe
from his teeth and blotting out tlie
hour in which the sun was sinking
behind the western hills and the
wind was rising. From this sleep
unawares he was awakened by the
whipping of the branches overhead
and the crash of tiny breakers on
the beach; and when he came alive
to the realities he sprang up quick
ly and ran down to the little cove
where he had left the boat; ran and
looked and congratulated himself
ironically; for the boat was gone.
"By Jove! I ought to have a leath
er medal for this, and I'll get it if
they ever find out at headquarters,"
he jeered. "Hello, there! Boat
alioy!"
A small cat-boat with two women
and a man in it was scudding down
the lake, and the involuntary Cru
soe yelled himself hoarse. But the
wind was against him, and the cat
boat held its course toward Wa
liaska, heeling smartly to the flaws.
Griflin climbed the bluff and meas
ured his chance of escape in a glance
that boxed the compass. Off to the
southward a steam-launch was mak
ing for the hotel pier, but was
no other craft in sight save the cat
boat. Whereupon lie refilled his pipe
and prepared to take the conse
quences of his carelessness philo
sophically, as he did most things.
"I guess I'm safe to make a night
of it, but it won't be the first night
I've slept out of doors. All the
same, I hope this wind won't blow
up a rain. I wonder if I couldn't
rig up a shelter of some kind under
the lea of this kingdom of mine."
Coming down to the bluff edge to
see, liis attention was once more
drawn to tiie yawing cat-boat. The
wind was coming sharper flaws,
and the seamanship of the man at
the tiller of the small craft was a
tiling to be admired, lie was evi
dently making for one of the private
landings below the hotel, and as the
boat came under a hill-broken lea
of the shore the alternating gusts
and lulls called for a quick eye and
steady nerves. Griflin was a bit of a
sailor himself, and he gave the un
known skipper of the cat-boat his
due meed of praise.
"By Jove! he's no fresh-water
sailor. Most of these countrymen
up here would have had that sail
double-reefed, long ago. I wonder
who he is?"
The answer to the query was sug
gested when the cat-boat came up
into the wind at the small pier on
the water front of the Farnham
grounds, and the suggestion w*s as
the spark of fire to a train of pow
der. There was a swift succession
of minor explosions as the spark ran
along the Irain of conclusions in the
detective's mind, and then the crash
of a great one. Griflin sat down on
the edge of the bluff and held his
head in his hands.
"Heavens and earth! What wood
en-lieaded tobacco signs we all are
when it comes to a show-down!" he
ejaculated. "Here I've been agoniz
ing over this thing for a month
when the answer to all the answer
less questions has been parading in
plain sight every day. I said when
I should have found Miss Farnham's
lover I should have my man, but 1
had to be marooned out here in the
middle of the lake before I could
put two and two together. Mr.
Kenneth Griswold—alias anything
you please—it will be unlucky for
you if you can't prove up on your
record."
From apostrophising the man ,to
observing his movements at long
range was but a step, and Griflin
whipped a field-glass from his pocket
and focussed it upon the boat and
the Farnhain pier. He saw the big
sail shiver down, and a moment later
Griswold handed the two young
women up to the pier. There was a
little pause, apparently of expostu
late, on the part of the women,
and then the big sail went up again,
flapping and shivering in the wind
like a huge white flag. Tiie cat-boat
edged away from the pier, fell off,
came about, and pointed its sharp
cutwater straight for tiie island.
Griflin shortened the glass and
dropped it into It is pocket.
"Well, now; that's more than good
natured," he muttered. "You may
be a robber of banks, Mr. Griswold,
but you've got a kind heart in you."
When the rescuer's purpose to
bring up under the lea of the island
became evident the castaway scram
bled down tiie low bluff and made
his way around the southern point,
to be ready to climb aboard. Tiie
boat doubled tiie northern sand-spit
and it was waiting for him in the
sheltered cove behind tiie island
when he came in sight of it. Gris
wold hailed him cheerfully.
"Thought you bail come across an
other Skipper Ireson, didn't you,
when we weut on and left you? 1
saw you waving, but the young la
dies were a little nervous and I
thought IM better land them and
coma back after you. Can you iiiaVe
it from that log?"
Griflin coi, ld make it and did; and
a moment afterward the cat-boat
shot out from tiie island shelter, put
her lee gunwale under and showed
Iter bottom »tmke to tiie setting sun.
Griflin crawled aft ami ha lanced him
.elf on tiie uplifted weather rail be-
Ide tiie helmsman.
"Vuil liaie the courage of your con
viction-,," he remarked, nodding up
: ward at the full sheet of the strain
ill)' sail. "1 looked to ru yuU ie«f
I hefure you put out ii|[aia."
CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, OCTOIiER 23, 1902
"I know the boat," was Griswold's
rejoinder. And:"l hope you are
not nervous."
"Not at all; I've sailed a little my
self."
"Good. We'll get it decently fresh
when we are out in the open, but
we'll make it all right."
The prophecy was fulfilled in both
halves, but the detective held his
breath more than once before the
cat-boat had thrashed its way
through the perilous middle passage
of the open lake to the calmer water
in Waliaska bay. At the pier be
helped his rescuer make fast and
stow the sail, and they walked up
town together. At the hotel en
trance Gritlin introduced himself by
name and made shift to thank the
man whom he meant to bring to jus
tice.
"I owe you one, Mr. Griswohl," he
said, at the hand-grasp, "and I'm
afraid I shall never be able to pay
it in kind."
Griswohl laughed. "It is not a very
heavy obligation. At the worst you ■
might have had an uncomfortable
night of it."
"Perhaps it wouldn't have been any
worse than that. Well, maybe I can
save you an uncomfortable night
sometime. Won't you come in and
smoke a cigar?"
Griswohl thought at first that he
would not, and then changed bis
mind. He was invited to dinner at
Dr. Farnham's, but it was yet early.
Now there is nothing like good to
bacco for speeding an acquaintance
between two men, and Griffin's single
extravagance ran to fine brands of
cigars. So the chat in the hotel of
fice went hither and yon, and finally
came down to the topic which was
at that moment engrossing the town
—the strike at the iron works.
"They are a hard-headed lot of
fools," said Griswohl, not without
warmth, when he came to speak of
the strikers. "They are just like
all the rest; they don't know when
they are well'off. We meant togo
into the profit-sharing with them
next year, but the way they are act
ing now you would think that Itay
mer and I are their sworn enemies."
"Violence?" queried the detective.
"Threats of it; plenty of them."
"What will you do?"
"We haven't decided yet, but my
idea Js to import what labor we need
and goon."
"That will be pretty sure to make
trouble, won't it?"
"Oh, I suppose so. But we've got
to fight it out sooner or later."
"No chance for a compromise, eh?"
"Not in the least, now; in fact,
there never was any. Their demands
were most unreasonable."
"So 1 think," said (iriflin, coolly.
Griswohl looked at his companion
.. i -A'
m
L Kit ivfe
THE COAT WAS GONE.
curiously. "I thought you were a
newcomer," he said.
"I am; but I was here before the
strike began, and I've looked into it
a little—just for idle curiosity's sake,
you know. There's a good-sized nig
ger in the woodpile, and I've been
wondering if you and Haymer knew
about it."
Griswold glanced around to make
sure that no one else was within
hearing. "The men were stirred up
to it, you mean?"
Griffin nodded.
"h'aymer said as much, but I
couldn't believe it."
"It's a fact," said the detective,
with the same air of assurance; "a
fact susceptible of proof."
Griswold came awake to the possi
bilities in a flash.
"Could you prove it?" he asked.
"Perhaps; if I wanted to.
The defender of the rights of man
puffed thoughtfully at the good ci
gar for a moment. Then he said:
"Who are you, anyway, Mr. Griffin?"
The detective's smile was no more
than grimace. "Perhaps I am the
walking delegate of the Amalgamat
ed Ironworkers," he suggested.
"Perhaps you are, but I don't be
lieve it," Griswold rejoined. And
then he apologized. "I had no right
to ask the question, and 1 beg your
pardon. But I'd give a good bit to
be at the bottom of this strike busi
ness."
"You are at it already, if you will
take your partner's word and mine.
The whole thing is it put-up job to
break you."
"Hut the proof," insisted Griswold.
"It can be had, as I said; but it
is immaterial. Just goon the sup
position that a certain capitalist is
I trying to smash you and act accord
j Ingly."
"lint if your supposition It the true
{ one we should lie only postponing
| the evil day by giving in tu the men.
| If this muii whom you ami Itaynier
suspect ha, titled up trouble once!
he can do it again."
'I Ins time tiiiillu's smile was child !
like.
"There is one sure way to tie his
hand-, and I wonder that it busu't |
| iccurred to you," he said. '
"Griswold laughed. *We are not
big enough to buy bhn off."
"It doesn't ask fc.y mooey; it asks
for a little finesse. The man we are
talking about is a la'.s unto himself,
but there is a powivr behind the
throne."
"His daughter, you mean?"
"Yes."
Griswold puzzled over it for a mo
ment, and then said: "I don't see
the application."
"Don't you? Well, I'll tell you. If
this young lady knew what is going
on she'd stop it."
"Why should she?"
"I'm not going into particulars,"
laughed Griffin. "If you can be Ned
Kaymer's partner without knowing
what the whole town is talking
about a stranger couldn't give you u
pointer."
"By Jove!" said Griswold, as one
incredulous; but a little later, when
he got lip to take his leave he
thanked the observant one.
"Don't mention it," said Griffin.
"I may have to do j-ou an ill turn
some day, and this will serve to show
that I'm not malicious. Are we
square on the score of the uncom
fortable night I might have had?"
"Rather more than square," Gris
wold acknowledged, and he went his
way with many new stirrings of the
conscience-pool.
The detective stood at the hotel
entrance ajid watched his late res
cuer out of sight. After which he
went in and had speech with the
clerk.
"Griswohl stopped awhile with you
when he first came here, didn't he?"
he asked.
"Yes; he was here sick for awhile."
"When was that?"
"It was some time last spring."
"Could you give me the date?"
The clerk could and did, or
thought he did. But it was surely
the very irony of chance that some
one should distract his attention at
the critical moment of date-fixing,
making him miscall the month and
so give (iriswold 30 days more of res
idence in Waliaska than he had real
ly had. Griffin's eyes narrowed and
grew hard; and then a slow smile
took the hardness out of them, lie
turned away to climb the stair to the
dining-room, and the smile outlasted
the ascent.
"I'm d —d if I'm not glad of it!"
he confided to the liatrack when he
was going into his dinner. "But it
knocks me silly just when I was
sure I had my man. I wonder when
I can get a train out of this dead
alive town?"
[To Be Continued.l
JOKE ON SAM JONES.
111 M Favorite* Drink Wn* llntterm 111<
uiid lie faot AH He Wanted,
of It Free*
"Speaking of practical jokes," said
a man from Texas, to a New Orleans
Times-Democrat reporter, "reminds
me of a little thing that happened a
few years ago in one of the more pros
perous towns of the big state. There
was a big religious revival going on
at the time, and it was being conducted
by one of the most noted evangelists
of the country. Sam Jones was the
man, and he was stirring things up in
that section of the world. The town
was wrought up over his sayings. One
day he found himself in possession of
a bottle of good old wine which had
been sent to him as an evidence of good
faith in a profession made by some man
who had decided to quit the rum habit.
Sam Jones had no use for the wine. In
a jocular way he presented the wineto
the newspaper crowd, telling the boys
they might manage to get a little in
spiration out of it. One of the bo3 - s in
writing a little skit about the thing, said
Mr. Jones had given fhe wine to the
boys of the press, and had incidentally
mentioned the fact that buttermilk
was his favorite drink. The little town
was in the hub of the buttermilk belt.
Enough milk was produced in that part
of Texas to float the American navy.
The newspaper notice had a marvelous
effect. It brought forth the butter
milk. and it came in all sorts of quan
tities to the hotel where the evangelist
was stopping. Buckets, bottles and
cans, utensils of almost every kind
were left at the etrting place for the
Georgian. Milk bells were ringing and
milk wagons were rolling up to the
place all during the day. I never saw
as much buttermilk in my life. Sam
Jones, if he had lived to be as old as
Methuselah, could not have consumed
the quantity of milk which had been
hauled, carried and 'toted' to the hotel
bv Texans who read the little squib in
the newspaper about buttermilk being
the favorite drink of the evangelist.
Sam Jones was somewhat annoyed by
the thing at first, but the funny part
of the situation dawned on him, and ap
preciating the good spirit of the offer
ing, he got a deal of fun out of it. Tt
was a good practical joke, and yet al
together unintended, for the newspa
perman never dreamed of the conse
quences.'
I.Forward.
"When I grow up," said little Ethel,
with a dreamy, imaginative look, "I'm
going to be a school-teacher."
"Well, I'm going to be a mamma and
have six children," said tiny Kdua.
"Well, when they come to school to
me I'm going to whip'em, whip'em."
"You mean thing!" exclaimed Kdua,
a* the tears came ir.to her eyes, "What
have my poor children ever doue to
you?"- London Tit-Hits.
Fl im nelal llffort.
Jack Wa* the church garden party
a success?
,lullii Wall. I worked hard enough;
I ate Ice cream with every young
mini on the giotiuds. |)«Jtrolt tree
Pre
Mnndrr »•»!
It Is better to be slandered by
koine than t be praised by uUtvi's
I -Chicago Outljr .News.
rLESSON IN AMERICAiN HISTORY IN PUZZLE
A \ IXCIDK.VT 1\ IIACO VS HKIIKI.MOV AT J A MIiSTOWX.
Find .\ath 1111 led Uncoil.
The Indian raids which Gov. Berkley refused to atttempt to put a
stop to may lie sai'l to have been the foundation upon which the I'aeon
rebellion in Virginia was builded. The colonists had suffered much from
unjust taxation and the legislative acts of the royalist assembly of Vir
ginia, which was founded in 1060 nnd prevented any election of new mem
bers for a period of 16 years. The tyranny of Berkley but added fuel to
the fire the raids of the Indians had created, and in 1675 Nathaniel Bacon,
a young planter, placed himself at the head of a force of volunteers or
ganized to resist and punish the Indians. At the head of a small force
he visit (I (iov, Berkley and asked for a commission, but this was refused,
nnd lie'inarched away without it. After Bacon had left Jamestown Berk
ley pronounced him a traitor, but the colonists were with him, and when
he proposed a revolution they follewed his lead and drove Berkley from
the colony until I'aeon died, October 11, 1676, when the rebellion collapsed
and Berkley returned.
PERSONAL AND IMPERSONAL.
One man makes a fortune to eight
that become bankrupt in England.
Among civilized nations four per
cent, of the men and one per cent,
of the women are color-blind. The
Chinese are the only people free
from color-blindness.
After 40 years' experience as a
gambler, Peter I*. Delaey, the not-ecl
Xew York sport, advises everybody
to leave games of chance alone, lie
says he can count on the lingers of
one hand the men he lias known to
make money by gambling.
A San Francisco rabbi gives a new
interpretation of the design of tlie
American flag. To an audience of im
migrants. largely Russian, the other
day, he said: "Do you know why the
Stars and Stripes are in the flag? 1
will tell you why. They show that
America has stars for those who be
have themselves, and stripes for those
who do not."
When the gun club of Carlisle, Pa.,
turned out one day recently for a
match at clay pigeons some of the
younger members looked on with good
natured amusement as William Cauf
man, 78 years old, lined up 1 o take part.
The old gentleman calmly proceeded
to shoot all around the others, "kill
ing" 2.1 out of a possible 25, and win
ning the medal.
James U. Keene, the millionaire turf
man. declares that in opinion there
is too much gambling and too little
sentiment in connection with Amer
ican horse racing. "In heavy specula
tion on horses," says Mr. Keene, "-there
is a menace to 1 he best interests of the
furf. Race courses should be places of
recreation, not seething caldrons of
money-mad gamblers. Horse racing
should be a sport, not a business."
There are two John Smiths in the
little town of Prella, Kan., one very
stout and the other very thin, and they
were good friends until one day hist
week, when the thin John gave the
thick John a severe thrashing. The
neighbors were much astonished at the
row, but laughed when they learned
the reason. A green goods lettereatuo
to town addressed to John Smith. It
was delivered by chance to stout John,
who read it and, seeing a chance for a
joke on his namesake, marked it
"Opened by mistake," and put it in thin
John's mail box. The latter resented
the implication and lost no time in
hunting up the joker. Then the trou
ble began.
How llnelorln Fir.
It is an extremely difficult matter to
get away from bacteria if any are in
your neighborhood. IT you want to
avoid danger from the disease giving
growth the only safety is in keeping
your system in as healthy condition as
possible, so that they cannot obtain a
dangerous lodgement. Though these
micro-organisms cannot fly they are
alw ays ready to mount any vehicle that
is going your way. The wings of the
wind serve their purpose excellently
well, as Prof. K.J. MeWeeney. of Dub
lin, recently lUmonstrated, lie select
ed micro-organisms not normally pres
ent in the Dublin air and scattered
them with a spray over a refuse heap,
tie t lien placed cult lire dishes tow lud
ward, SIM> feet llW ay, ntid some of theui
fin feet in the air. After three hour
he found that bacteria hail lieell car
ried to every out? of the dishes. N. V,
Herald.
tt>» lln«l rtiulhlf hci*.
The maiden was more than ordinari
ly wi-r and caution*.
"Hut are \oti Mire y<ill can support a
wife?" shi* linked vvheli he pr*ijMtfced,
"Oh, well," he answered in mi «»(T
--hattd wii \, "I don't Imagine your lit Iter
v\ . I ! III! I nil *IK " V t I t I .
| stale! bs and iff hia dut'.yliit r »utKr,"
—Clilvtt •
A LITTLE NONSENSE.
"The trouble with me,'* said a parrot
that was taken on tour, ami had its
tail feathers pulled, "is that I talk too
much."—Town Topics.
"What makes the lady pull such a
bad face when she sings, ma?" "Hush,
Willie." "Dues it hurt her worse than
it does us?"— London Tit-Bits.
First Cloud —"Why do you look so
sorrowful?" Second Cloud—"l was
just reflecting' on the sad fact that
when I'm jjone I'll not be mist." —Tow n
and Country.
An Eavesdropper.—"Here's some
thing about a fellow who was killed
eavesdropping:." Nye—"Eavesdrop
ping?" Hook—"Yes; he fell from a
roof."—Philadelphia Record.
One of Woman's Jobs.—"lt is a good
thing for man that woman is not a
logical being." "What now?" "If she
were he could never get her to tackle
the job of keeping up appearances and
keeping down expenses."—lndianap
olis News.
"I believe," said Miss Oldum, sharp
ly. "that there should be a law against
bachelors." "Nonsense!" exclaimed
Pepprey, "why, the only hope of some
women are the bachelors, for the wid
owers are too particular."—Philadel
phia Press.
"I understand that you serve good,
substantial dishes here." said the
stranger to the waiter. "Dat's what
we does, boss,' replied the colored gen
tleman. "I th'owed a plate at dat fool
nigger in de cohner de odder night and
never even chipped it!"— Cincinnati
Commercial Tribune.
THE LEG AS AN ORGAN.
Scienitltle Explimnitlon of tlio I'ae of
the Ko-r«■!«■« as an luilftory
In Inserts.
Writ'ng upon the subject of "Fore
legs and Their Uses," F. A. Butler ob
serves, in Knowledge, that "the com
mon lobster furnishes one of the best
possible illustrations of a curious
principle that finds expression in the
organ beat ion of animals whose bodies,
like its own, are composed of a suc
cession of segments with jointed ap
pendants, or in other words, animals
belonging to the great sub-kingdom
of arthropoda. The principle iu
quest'.vn is that the paired append
ages of the different segments,
though all constructed upon the same
plan, may become S<J modified in
form as to be adapted to the dis
charge of the most diverse functions.
"One of the strangest and most un
expected of the uses to which wa
could imagine a leg as being putin
that of an organ of hearing. Yet
such seems to be one at least of the
function* of the forelegs in the crick
et and some other allied Insects. On
the outer side of the tibia a small
oval space may be seen in which the
stron;* armature which covers the
rest of the body is reduced to a thin
and m< nibriineons condition, making
thus a sort of window or drumhead.
Communicating with this, inside the
leg, are the ends of a nerve, anil it
can hardly be doubted, therefore,
that the whide apparatus constitutes
an auditory organ, so that if these
leg' were amputated, the insect
would become deaf.
When one remember* that crickets
are among the noisiest of inset ts,
their int'csstint chirrup lu o ir it most
shrill .1 ltd peuetratill|f soiiitl. it can
not be considered strange that dis
liuct oryan-i of hi'ttfiliji should »!»«»
be present; the sound producer im
plies tli. •IUIHI |»ereet«cr; the twu
functions are eomplettici: lat»; bni
Still t i* re mark it h|>- thil the fore
lej{ iltould lime tft'ii se! •»-ti"l .1* ihe
.ill' ... I ' tut
sr߻e,"