Germany in a third-class railway carriage. The

engine was slow and in lack of oil. The carriages,

once so clean, warm and well-lighted, were unlit,

dirty and bitterly cold. There was an air of

broken nerves and misery among the passengers,

and one woman was still sobbing from some indignity

offered to her by a foreign official in the occupied

area. Presently an old gentleman, apparently a

lawyer of some eminence, broke out: “ A reckoning

must come. My little grandchildren are drinking

in revenge with their mother’s milk. In thirty

years or thereabouts we shall settle accounts with 19

France, and then we shall make ” — he swept the

air with his hand-" tabula rasa ! ”