The Press., 1911-04-05

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 Dams arm withs the grip of friend and judge. ,s
 "You can't do it!' he said emphat- ically. "One of the chief punish ments of you men of i'll gotten wealth is that when you do repent you find that you have lost the power to make reparation or restitution. I admire your good intentions, Dan, but you can't do anything. Those people were robbed of their precious pennies. It's too late to remedy the evil. You can't pay them back"
 "Of course," said Dan, lighting his pipe, i've couldn't hunt up every one of the duffers and hand lem back the right change. There's an awful lot of lem buying bread all the time. Funny taste they have. I never cared for bread especially, except for toasted cracker with the Roquefort But we might find a few of lem and chuck some of dads cash back where it came from. I'd feel better if I could. It seems tough for people to be held up for soggy thing like bread. One wouldn't mind standing a rise in broil ed Holsters or deviled crabs Get to work and think, Ken. I want to pay back all of that money I can."
 ''There are plenty of charities" said Kenwitz mechanically.
 "Easy enough" said Dan in a cloud of smoke. ''I suppose I could give the city park or endow an asparagus bed in hospital. But I don't want Paul to get away with the proceeds of the gold brick we sold Peter. It's the bread shorts want to cover, Ken.''
 The thin fingers of KenwitZ moved rapidly.
 "Do you know how much money it would take to pay back the losses of consumers during that corner in fiour?" he asked.
 'I do not" said Dan stoutly. "My lawyer tells me that I have two mil. lions''
 eff you had hundred millions" said Kenwitz vehemently, you couldn't re pair thousandth part of the damage that has been done. You cannot con- ceive of the accumulated evils pro- duced by misapplied wealth. Each penny that was wrung from the lean purses of the poor reacted thousand fold to their harm. You do not under stand. You do not see how hopeless is your desire to make restitution. Not in a single instance can it be done"
 Rack up, philosopherT' said Dan. hn %hn dollar cannot heal"
 "Not in one instance" repeated Ken witz. T will give you one and let us see. Thomas Boyne had a little bakery over there in Varick street. He sold bread to the poorest people. When the price of flour went up he had to raise the price of bread. His customers were too poor to pay 1t, Boyne's business failed, and he lost his $1,OOO capital-all he had in the world"
 Dan Kinsolving struck the park bench mighty blow with his fist.
 "I accept the instance" he cried. "Take me to Boyne. I will repay his thousand dollars and buy him a new bakery"
 Write your check" said Kenwitz without moving, land then begin to write checks in payment of the train of consequences. Draw the next one for $5O,UOO. Boyne went insane after his failure and set fire to the building from which he was about to be evict- ed. The loss amounted to that much. Boyne died in an asylum"
 ''Stick to the instance" said Dan. "I haven't noticed any insurance com Janies on my charity list"
 "Draw your next check for $10O,OOO," went on Kenwitz. "Boyne's son fell Into bad ways after the bakery closed and was accused of murder. He was years legal battle, and the state draws upon taxpayers for that much ex- pense''
 Back to the bakeryp exclaimed Dan impatiently. '"The government doesn't need to stand in the bread Nne.'
 "The last item of the instance iS- come and will show you," said Ken witz, rising.
 1u0 SOCIduSI1C WdICAAAdhCI W1S happy. He was millionaire batter by nature and pessimist by trade. Ken witz would assure you in one breath that money was but evil and corrup- ton and that your brand new watch needed cleaning and new ratchet wheel.
 He conducted Kinsolving southward out of the square into ragged, pov- erty haunted Varick street. Up the