The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1911-07-06


because there are to be no more.
Collect your fat rate and keep 1t
without a single exception. We've
won"
Rebate to the United Food COM
pany, as usual. Rollins" Interrupted
Breed, with a chuckle. That's my
only profit on bread now. you know,
since Kelvin reduced It to cost. And
rebate In cash, Rollins. always In
casbw
But I don't quite understand" pro-
tested Rollins. Cant they legislate
against us effectively nowT
Scarcely" returned Kelvin. with
smile. "since we ourselves are the law
making body. so long as we keep the
public from clamoring too much to
their servants In Washington. I've
Just purchased stock In the govern
ment-former assets Of Hepperdon and
Raymer and tAeir fellow bandits-to
give us control"
Rollins looked troubled. II don't
like IT," he said
"Nonsense!" declared Kelvin. Were
using IL to a good end You can estab-
lish your fat rate now as you planned
In the first place. We're going to be.
gin the battle of the trusts i'm earnest"
1.-THE battle Of the trusts" repeated
Rollins muslngly. 1T sounds interest
ing at least n--.a'-------ss'-s's---ss -
ut won't be. though" replied Kel-
win, with contempt. There will be no
battle whatever. I'm merely going to
chloroform them on the eve of the
presidential nomination. About the
most popular idea that was ever put
before the vast, unsuccessful majori-
ty of the voting public is the graded
property tax. Well. I'm going to fame
into print with the suggestion for a
graded corporation tax and then have
Mr.. Breeds carefully tanned legisla-
tors frame that suggestion into a bill
and pass 1t into law. The weather.
the corporation Che more 1t will be
taxed pro rata until toward the top
the tax will become prohibitive. The
law is already as good as passed, and
1 imagine that It will be quite shock
to your old friends Hepperdon and
Valentine and Raymer, Speed. Melton
Sears & Co. and few others. Eth,
Mr.. Breed y .,.-..--so----'' -
I But Henry Breed did not hear Phil
lip. He had just taken from the
drawer of his desk handful OF pho
tographs, piece OF red wax crayon, q
hammer and some tacks and was
starting for the rear study. As he
passed Phillip caught glimpse of the
top photograph. IL was a portrait OF
Hepperdon.
A cheaply dressed fellow, a big mar
with thick neck and broad shoulders
and arms that hung crooked at the ell
bows, alighted at q little wilderness
station on the Long Island railroad
behind Kelvin and Sam. A farmer
like native approached the more pros
porous appearing Phillip.
"You. Mr.. KelvinT he demanded.
"The same" replied Kelvin. "Thii
Is Mr.. Purser. believer
81 reckon so,' admitted the other
"Old Hayseed Purser."
Kelvin clambered into the front sea
of dilapidated surrey. Mr.. Purse
fixed upon Kelvin contemplativ
gaze.
"You don't want to see that scru
oak land we wrote each other about,
he suddenly advised. with engaging
bluntness. you're no cheap Ia
boomer. You're lookin' for summe
home"
mo" objected Kelvin, still smiling
an look at the scrub oak property.
think"
At this moment the big, workma
looking fellow stepped up to Mr.. Pui
ser could you tell me where I'd fin
few acres of cheap ground ht 10
Q market rardeninG?" he asked.
rro IN ourrrruxny