slaves.' Only by preserving the freedom of individual conscience, and at the same time surrendering it whole-heartedly to every which the State makes on us, can we hope defeat the machinations of the arch enemies of mankind."

   At this moment a little stone hit him sharply on the hand.

   "Who threw that stone?" said Mr. Lavender. "Let him stand out."

   The culprit, no other indeed than he who had thrown the hat in, and not fetched it out for a shilling, thus menaced with discovery made use of a masterly device, and called out loudly:

   "Pro-German!"

   Such was the instinctive patriotism of the crowd that the cry was taken up in several quarters; and for the moment Mr. Lavender remained speechless from astonishment. The cries of "Pro-German!" increased in volume, and a stone hitting her on the nose caused Blink to utter a yelp; Mr. Lavender's eyes blazed.

   "Huns!" he cried; "Huns! I am coming out."

   With this prodigious threat he emerged from the pond at the very moment that a car scattered the throng, and a well-known voice said:

   "Well, sir, you 'ave been goin' it!"

   "Joe," said Mr. Lavender, "don't speak to me!"

   "Get in."

   "Never!"

   "Pro-Germans!" yelled the crowd.

   "Get in!" repeated Joe.

   And seizing Mr. Lavender as if collaring him at football, he knocked off his hat, propelled him into the car, banged the door, mounted, and started at full speed, with Blink leaping and barking in front of them.

   Debouching from Piave Parade into Bottomley Lane he drove up it till the crowd was but a memory before he stopped to examine the condition his master. Mr. Lavender was hanging out of window, looking back, and shivering violently.

   "Well, sir," said Joe. "I don't think!"

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