The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-03-26
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 Kelvin's new task WAS an dEfeea bIe one. He took up pleasant quarters in Washington and began to entertain the list of senators whom Breed counted as among his assets. and gradually his circle of acquaintances grew. He was gone about three months. and when he returned he sent for Rollins.
 "Have you sent Hepperdon and Raw mcr and the others their rebatesr he asked.
 Yesterday, up to the list of the month" replied Rollins. "why?"
 Because there are to be no more. Collect your fiat rate and keep it without q single exception. We've won."
 Rebate to the United Food con- peny. as usual, Rollins" interrupted Breed, with a chuckle. That's my only profit on bread now, you know; sirce Kelvin reduced 1t to cost. And rebate in cash, Rollins. always in cnshi''
 "But I don't quite understand" pro- tested Rollins. Cant they legislate against us effectively now?"
 Scarcely" returned Kelvin, with a 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 md their fellow bandits-to give us control"
 Rollins looked troubled. T don't like it." he said.
 "Nonsense!' declared Kelvin. Were using 1t to a good end You can estab- fish your fat rate now as you planned ln the first place. We're going tv be- gin the battle of the trusts in earnest"
 "'The battle of the trusts.: repeated Rollins musingly. ''lt sounds interest ing at least"
 Tt won't be. though" replied Kel- 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 majori- ty of the voting public is the graded property tax. We'll, I'm going to flame into print with the suggestion for a gruded corporation tax and then have Mir. Breeds carefully tanned legisla- tors frame that suggestion into a bill and pass 1t into a law. The wealthier the corporation the more 1t will be taxed pro rata until toward the top the tax will become prohibitve. The law Is already as good as passed. and to your old friends Hepperfion and Valentine and Raymef. Speed. Melton Sears & Co. and a few others. Eh. Mir. BreedT'
 But Henry Breed did not hear Phil lip. He had just taken from the drawer of his desk a handful of pho tographs. a 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 a portrait of Hepperdon-
 A cheaply dressed fellow. a big man with a thick neck and broad shoulders and arms that hung crooked at the el- bows. alighted at a little wilderness station on the Long Island railroad behind Kelvin and Sam. A farmer like native approached the more pros porous appearing Phillip.
 "You. MT. KeJiny' he demanded.
 'The same" replied Kelvin. "This is Mir Purser, I believer
 ~I reckon so." admitted the other. cold Hayseed Purser."
 Kelvin clambered into the front seat of a dilapidated surrey. Mir. Purser fixed upon Kelvin . contemplative gaze
 You don't want to see that scrub oak land we wrote each other about" he suddenly advised. with engaging bluntness. You're no cheap lot boomer. You're lookin' for . summer home"
 'No," objected Kelvin, still smiling. 'sI1i look at the scrub oak property, think
 At this moment the big. workman looking fellow stepped up to MT. Pur- ser. Could you tell me where I'd find few acres of cheap ground fit for market gardening?" he asked.
 "There ain't any such property left on Long Island" declared Mir. Purser empeatically. "The land between this railroad and the water ain't cheap, and the land back O that you couldn't grow anything on It is all sand dunes"
 "I'n look at what you have any how" replied the other.
 "AIl right" said MT. Purser reluc- tantly. "Just crawl in the buggy there"
 They drove from the station anc turning from the highway by and by. struck of into a scarcely defined road through the wilderness of stunted oaks and pines.
 "well. here you see It." said Mir Purser deprecatingly. "I might drive you for hours, and it's all just like this"
 What is it worth ?' asked Kelvin.
 'I reckon I could turn over thou sand acres of 1t runnin' around forty and fifty dollars an acre."
 "A thousand acres." unused Kelvin. xk x1-