has worked," said Mr. Chick.

"I don't want to discourage you in a good thing, but how long do you
think a policeman would let you stand on a street corner?"

"I shall find places where I can deliver my message without offending."

"There's another point--a rather delicate point to consider, Brother
Chick. There are plenty of persons who are a bit dull when they are
examining a man's motives, but who think they are almighty smart in
detecting a man's mental failings; when somebody does anything they
wouldn't do they say he's crazy."

The blacksmith turned his serene face and smiled at Farr.

"I appeal to thy good judgment, sir. Would thee, after talking with me,
even if I do wear iron outside my wool garments, send me to an asylum?"

"No," acknowledged Farr, "I don't believe I would send you to an
asylum."

"Thank thee! I believe thee can speak quite generally for the average
man."

"But the armor scheme--it's a little risky, Friend Chick."

"But it has been the trade-mark of unselfishness ever since the days of
the Crusaders," declared Mr. Chick. "Why shouldn't its significance
be revived in these modern times? At any rate," he added, with Yankee
shrewdness, "it's necessary to give the world quite a jump these days