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 them. Every eight hundred and thirty-one years a man is born who can throw upon his fellow-men the yoke of responsibility so that it stays put. He decided that it would look well in print to play up the non-sectarianism of the affair. He would therefore have the prominent people meet in the Granite Presbyterian Church, attracting the Presbyterians who otherwise might have objected to Bishop Phillipson's leadership. But the meeting would be presided over by Bishop Barrows, a Methodist. Bishop Phillipson would agree to this. Did not his name come first in the stirring call to the metropolis? But, of course, to give to the project an attractive and, indeed, a compelling interest he would resort to the great American worship of bulk. It must be big. It must be the biggest ever! XVII