do something that
is very easy and very difficult. If men were not such damned fools it
would be so restful to be wise."

"Yes, H. R., but human nature--"

"Exactly. We go against human nature always. God gave to men the
precious gift of fear in order that they might overcome it. Man's fear
to-day is to be good. Once upon a time men feared hell. It is now the
fashion for Americans to think, _To hell with hell!_"

Andrew Barrett shook his head dubiously. He was not really interested in
abstractions. But he desired to be on good terms with his chief. The
best way to be nice to a man is to put up a weak argument. He began,
feebly defending, "But there must be some people--"

"It is perfectly proper to be selfish if you are alone. It is stupid to
be selfish when you are one of a group. Therefore, my inveterately young
friend and typical compatriot, we must do something for nothing. Tip off
the papers."

Barrett shook his head. "I don't get you," he confessed, sadly.

"Few people do when you tell them they have to do something and not be
paid for it. To-morrow and the day after our men must display a new
sandwich for the cause for two hours." He paused, then he finished,
sternly, "Tell them I said so!"

"I will," hastily said Barrett, only too glad to shift the
responsibility.

"You might request the regular advertisers to pay full time, just the
same."

"You bet I will! And what will the boards say?"

"Let me have your pencil," said H. R., and he wrote:

NEXT WEEK

THE MEN WHO HAVE MADE

NEW YORK

THE EMPIRE CITY OF

GOD'S OWN COUNTRY

WILL FEED

ALL THE HUNGRY

WHO HAVE NO MONEY

O. K.
H. R.,
_Sec._

"There!" said H. R.

Andrew Barrett read it. "If it was anybody else--" he muttered.

"Convey to your reporter friends that this is the biggest story of the
year. Particularly impress upon them that it is a secret!"

"I'll impress that on them, all right," promised Barrett, with profound
sincerity. "It is really pleasant not to have to lie."

H. R. rose and said: "I must get the other names. I have begun with the
Bishop. And he showed Barrett the signature of Dr. Phillipson.

"Why his?" asked Barrett.

"I expect him to officiate at my wedding. Also, he is a Conservative,
and Wall Street is for him, strong. Don't you see? Get the sandwiches
ready."

H. R. no longer bothered with details. He had discovered that by
resolutely expecting people to do things, people did