umphantly.

Simon's sister sniffed. 'Of course! Because they are a bourgeois
party--risking nothing, waiting passively till the Revolution drops
into their hands.'

'The name of bourgeois would be better applied to those who include
the landed peasants among their forces,' said Simon's wife angrily.

'If I might venture to suggest,' said David soothingly, 'all these
differences would be immaterial if you joined the _Samooborona_. I
could make excellent use of you ladies in the ambulance department.'

'Outrageous!' cried Simon angrily. 'Our place is shoulder to shoulder
with our fellow-Poles.'

Simon's sister intervened gently. Perhaps the mention of ambulances
had awakened sympathy in her S.R. soul. 'You ought to look among your
own Party,' she said.

'My Party?'

'The Ghetto reactionaries--Zionists, Territorialists, Itoists, or
whatever they call themselves nowadays.'

'Are there any here?' cried David eagerly.

'One heard of nothing else,' cried Simon bitterly. 'Fortunately, when
the police found they weren't really emigrating to Zion or Uganda, the
meetings were stopped.'

David eagerly took down names. Simon particularly recommended two
young men, Grodsky and Lerkoff, who had at least the grace of
Socialism.

But Grodsky, David found, had his own panacea. 'Only the S.S.'s,' he
said, 'can save Israel.'

'What are S.S.'s?' David asked.

'Socialistes Sionistes.'

'But can't there be Socialism outside Zion?'

'Of course. We have evolved from Zionism. The unconditional historic
necessity is for a land, but not for a particular land. Our Minsk
members already call themselves S.T.'s--Socialist Territorialists.'

'But while awaiting your territory, there are the hooligans,' David
reminded him. 'Simon Rubensky thought you would be a good man for the
self-defence corps.'

'Join Rubensky! A P.P.S.! Never will I associate with a bourgeois like
that!'

'He isn't joining.'

The S.S. hesitated. 'I must consult my fellow-members. I must write to
headquarters.'

'Letters do not travel very quickly or safely nowadays.'

'But Party Discipline is everything,' urged Grodsky.

David left him, and hunted up Lerkoff, who proved to be a doctor.

'I want to get together a _Samooborona_ branch,' he explained. 'Herr
Grodsky has half promised----'

'That bourgeois!' cried Lerkoff in disgust. 'We can have nothing to do
with traitors like that!'

'Why are they traitors?' David asked.

'All Territorialists are