too weak to prove a serious danger. That is the situation at present.” “Lord Lansdowne’s country house, Bowood, was burnt yesterday,” said the young man in flannels, looking up from his newspaper. “Yes,” said the commercial traveller, “and houses are being burned and looted in the Midlands every day; that comes of having a weak Government.” “Three policemen were shot at Leeds by a youth seventeen years old,” continued the young man, “and the foreman of the ironworks at Wolverhampton was stabbed.” “How cruel of the Government,” said the young lady, “to force people to do such things!” “Lord Althorp has been asked to leave the Turf Club by the Jacobites,” said the young man. “Why?” said the young lady. “Because of his principles,” said the young man. “Why,” said the young lady, “he’s a C.B., that is to say, almost a Jacobite.” “The C.B.’s are a Liberal Party based on sound democratic and constitutional principles,” said the old man, much ruffled. “Hear, hear,” said the clerk. “The C.B.’s are a set of revolutionary liars paid by the Jews and the Germans,” said the commercial traveller. “The C.B.’s ain’t no good,” said the workman. “They’re in a funk of the Government.” “They’ve become Conservative,” said the mechanic. “Yes, Jacobite,” said the young lady. At that moment the train stopped. From one of the first-class carriages a gentleman in uniform got down. “Lord Kitchener,” said the young man, looking out of the window. The young lady got out, carrying her hamper with her. As she walked past the General she took something from it and flung it at him. There was a terrific explosion, and I woke up. A ZEMSTVO REPORT