Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1911-06-19

Kelvin ~ the dynamic force. Great
was Kelvin! Then the beef combine
came to blows. R2ymer. as he well
might, was underselling the other
packers and gobbling up their trade.
Some Of this internal war leaked out,
and again the nat rate. Breed, Rollins
and mighty Kelvin were heroes. The
Unified Steel corporation. the wooden
combine and the beef trust-there
was q record over which to crow!
Who now was the friend of the people
Why, Breed and Rollins and Kelvin,
great Kelvin!
hut Kelvin had long since absented
himself from Forest Lakes. leaving he
hind him no thought Of any interest
that might be there, save as It con-
tcerned his own boundless aims. The
dreams of two women, one dark and
one fair, followed him. but he would
not have cared now II he had known.
He left the neld to his rivals and
plunged into his new plans with the
same concentration that had marked
his previous undertakings. Henry
Breed, watched savagely by Zelphan.
spent his half hour daily in his huge
money vault and day BY day spent
more and more furtive time upon his
Bible. while Blagg at dead of night
practiced necessarily upon his sample
combination lock. He could open 1t
now, set upon any combination. by the
mere feeltof the drop Of the tumblers.
Kelvin's new task was an agreeable
one. He took up pleasant quarters in
Washington and began to entertain the
list of senator's whom Breed counted
as among his assets. and gradually his
circle Of acquaintance grew. He was
gone about three months, and when he
returned he sent for Rollins.
.sHave you sent Hepperdon and Ray
mer and the others their reba tes?' he
asked.
Z Yesterday, up to the LIST of the
month" replied Rollins. "WhyY
Because there are to be no more.
Collect your fat rate and keep it
without q single exception. We've
won"
'Rebate to the United Food COM
pany, as usual, Rollins" interrupted
Breed, with q chuckle. That's my
only profit on bread now. you know,
since Kelvin reduced it to cost. And
rebate In cash, Rollins. always in
cash!'
.'But I don't quite understand" pro-
tested Rollins. ''Can't they legislate
against us effectively nowy'
Scarcely" returned Kelvin, with
smile, since we ourselves are the law
making body, SO long as we keep the
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their servants In Washington. I've
Just purchased stock in the govern
ment-former assets of Hepperdon and
Raymer and their fellow bandits-to
give us control. -"
Rollins looked troubled. II don't
like it." he said.
''Nonsensev' declared Kelvin. Were
using it to good end You can estab-
fish your nat rate now rs you planned
In the first place. We're going to be-
gin the battle o. the trusts in earnest"
1.-The battle of the trusts" repeated
Rollins musingly. ut sounds interest.
Ing at least"
1T won't be,-though," replied KEEL
vim, 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 ma1ori-
ty Of the voting public is the graded
property tax sWen, Pm going to flame
into prints WITH the suggestion for
graded corporation tax and then have
Mr.. Breeds carefully tanned legisla-
fow hot hill
and pass it into law. The weather.
the corporation the more it will be
taxed pro rata until toward the top
the tax will become prohibitive. The
law is already as good as passed. and
| 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?"
But Henry Breed did not hear Phil
lip. He had just taken from the
drawer of his desk handful of pho
eographs. piece Of red wax crayon, a
hammer and some tacks and was
starting for the rear study. AS he
passed Phillip caught a glimpse of the
top photograph. 1t was portrait of
Hepperdon.
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A cheaply dressed fellow, big man
with a thick neck and broad shoulders
and arms that hung crooked at the ell
bows, alighted at little wilderness
station on the Long Island railroad
behind Kelvin and Sam. A farmer
like native approached the more pros
noroun annoa ring phi1lin
''You. Mr.. Kelvtn"' he demanded.
1.-THE same" replied Kelvin. This
is Mr.. Purser, believer
II reckon so,' admitted the other.
..Old Hayseed Purser."
Kelvin clambered into the front seat
OF a dilapidated surrey. Mr.. Purser
fixed upon Kelvin a contemplative
gaze.
.sYou don't want to see that scrub
oak land we wrote each other about"
be suddenly advised. with engaging
bluntness. You're no cheap lot
boomer. You're lookin' for summer
home"
..No," objected Kelvin. still smiling.
Ell look at the scrub oak property. I
think"
4 At this moment the big. workman