The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1899-10-13
THEIR TRUE GENESIS
TRUSTS ARE NOT CHILDREN
OF THE TARIFF.
Quaint Allegory Illustrating the Deplor-
able Consequences Attending Miss In
dustry's Departure from ConjugaI
Rectitude.

(From advance sheets Of "The Phil
osophy of Trusts" by Prof. Ernest
Mas.)
Grandmother Independence had two
beautiful daughters, both American to
the core. The elders name was Agri-
culture. She was a handsome girl of
pure unmiXed stock, calm, very labori-
GUS and OF bucolic ~inclinations. The
younger daughter had a little foreign
blood in her veins. Her name was In
dustry; a very pretty girl, indeed, full
of life, not averse to Irritation, and of
extremely vivacious temperament. Sell
dom indeed have two sisters presented
a more striking contrast.
To complete her education, the
younger daughter, the more promis-
ing, went abroad. She visited Lanca-
shire and spent some time in the old
ancestral manor. While there she made
a lot of desirable and undesirable ac-
quaintances, which were subsequently
to exert a most disastrous influence on
her happiness. This phase of her his
tory would fill a good-siZed volume.
The hayward girl came back home in
cosmopolitan attire, affecting a Lon
don accent, a free thinker in matters
of economy. Is she exhibited all the
outward signs of unrestrained prodi-
gality, old Sister Agriculture could
never get along with her. The original
chasm had developed into an abyss.
It was not long before Mother indie
pendence's keen eye could detect the
dangerous ~propensities of her prodigal
daughter; SO she deemed it wise to APP
ply a strong corrective at once, in the
shape of a healthy, vigorous husband.
Young American Industry needed it
very badly.
Her mother had beforehand selected
a virile companion Of athletic frame,
and equally we'll built morally. His
name was The Tariff. He was not Of
noble extraction, had not been edu-
Gated for diplomacy; but in place OF a
university diploma or a heraldic coat of
arms could on almost every occasion
show a lot of hard American common
| sense, character and individuality. He
had been raised at the school of strict
est economy, and was sure to be a
model of domestic virtues. A mar
riage took place on a good day early in
November, and the mother at last felt
relieved of ali anxious cares and re-
sponsibilities.
The young wife was at first very fond
of her husband, whose kind attentions
anticipated her smallest wants and
most capricious desires. She had more
pin money than any wife of a sue
cessful business man ever dreamed of.
This was the beginning of the trouble,
as Industry was too versatile to stand,
like Sister Agriculture, uninterrupted
prosperity and domestic felicity.
A most happy event of providential
timeliness prevented, or, better said,
postponed a family cataclysm. Two
lusty sons, twins, were the legitimate
fruit of this union.
Father and mother decided to call
the first one Labor and the second one
Enterprise. AS they had in their veins
the virile blood Of the father and the
healthy constitution of the mother,
both boys were very strong, full of
health and appetite, but-and very
likely owing to the widely different
characteristics of the father and
mother-they were far from being
physically and morally alike. Baby
Labor was fond of the milk bottle,
but, for some reason Or other, Baby
Enterprise ever managed to have it
most Of the time in his little mouth.
What a big %glutton!" used to say
the mother. Each baby should have
his turn. This is not fair" Never
mind" rejoined the father; 81 shall
make one boy a lawyer and the other a
mechanic. With such blood in their
veins as that of Father Tariff and
Mother Industry, both will succeed in
their respective callings." And this
was to happen some day; but we must
not anticipate.
Four years after marriage the tenn
permanent of Industry, for some time
under restraint, asserted itself more vi
olentlv than ever before. All was not
harmony under the conjugal roof. To
make matters still worse, the W chill
dren. Labor and Enterprise, had to
be separated, as they were fighting all
the time over the milk bottle. Baby
Labor, like Aunty Agriculture, was of