Lakeland Evening Telegram Newspaper, August 28, 1913, Page 7

pd & Yrdernsod charmeuse and White lace, both featuring the draped pt waists, ) 1S m/"g'/)f/b/' than the WAC’/))’O( ( /4(1 ve noney i ourbank finess chance came your way, in the shape of a or a share in a thriving business, it would be e out a check for the amount If sickness or home, it would be nice to have money in the be nice to have money in the bank, no matter pen, because it is a safe-guard against possible old and POVERTY. our Banking With Us National Bank LAKELAND Life of Linen laundry work fs what you are looking for and N Wo are giviig. Try ws, ’ nd Steam Laundry ram40c Week | inlng a railroad that got its tonnage THY. EVENING (ELEGRA v, ol FOR FAHMEH Col. Green Hlts Sending Surplus to Wall Street. Mifllonalre Declares That Local Bank Balances Created by Producers 8hould Be Loaned Agricultur Ists at Very Moderate Rates. New York—Col. Edward H. R. QGreen of Texas and New York city, son of Mrs. Hetty Green, the richest woman in the world, and her active as soclate In a vast money lending busi ness that extends across the country, has decided views of financing the | He has practical | American farmer. get-up-and-do-it ideas that have a big, substantial bearing on the subject. Although {n business within a stone’s throw of the New York stock exchange, Colonel Green never enters {ts portals. He is opnosed to stock pam- from carrying products of the soil, i gave him a viewpoint quite at vari- ance with the ideas of the erchange | floor. “The farmer still rocks the rradle of | our country, but 1 often wonder how he does it so well with no firancial scheme whatever in existence for his particular benefit,” he said. “Every- body is telling how to finance the far Col. E. H. R. Green. "mer these days. It is almost as popu- lar a topic as ‘bDotter tenements’ for the city and ‘good roads' for motor club members to use and farmers to pay for. In all | have read and heard no one seems yet to have got down to . brass tacks with a real financial uplift { plan for the farmer. I “Two phases of the farmer's predica- ! ment have enlisted my personal inter- ! est because they run directly counter to the way my mother has always :Mndled her wealth in relation to the | public good { “First is the rate of interest the ! tarmer has to pay for money he bor 'rows. Government statistics show that 12,000,000 farmers of the United iBut.es pay au average interest rate | of 814 per cent upon borrowed cap- [1tal of about $2,192,000,000 to work | erops on land valued at $40,000,000,000. { Bince my mother began her career as | & business woman she has never asked i more thaz 6 per cent a year for the {use of her money. The bulk of her { loans have beein at rates considerably 1below € per cent. In France and Ger- ! many the farmor gets all the money he wants at from 31 to 4% per cent. “The second phase of the problem I have observed is the action of banks throughout the country in sending | thefr balances to Wall street, forming 'a huge fund used for speculative pur- 1m. These balances represent the net business profit of each particular Jocality—the very cream off the pan of milk in the cool springhouse—yet | the creators of this surplus wealth, the ' tarmers, are starved financially when Inuy apply for loans, because the funds of the community are in Wall street being used in stock and bond promo- | tons reaching even to China and the Philippines. *For years my mother has held to | | the belief and has absolutely lived up | : to it, as far as her influence and power | have gone, entitled to the full benefit of its pros- |pmy She always made it an invio- ilable rule that profits acquired in a | given locality belonged to that locality | and should always be reinvested In | that locality. tnto different cities; rate from Chicago money; Toledo money separate from money, while Texas not only has 1ts | in his hand. own net profits left there for reinvest- | hig uncle’s arm. ment in Texas enterprises, but now and then gets additional help from sur | Botta from him. “God has taken your plus funds.” Colonel Green explained that the &p- | you now, as you slayed my poor Ple- plication of his mother’s principles of tro, But God's will shall be done, bome cash for home people and hzr;md you must live until the day of rule of 6 per cent or less would work | wonders in giving the farmer a freer hand if generally adopted. Model Farm in New York City. A model farm in Central park, New York city, is plann®d. The purpoee is, by the beauty and joy of the little soene, to incite people back to the soll, and also to give them an idea of what a little farm should be. There will be on it a small farm cottage, ac- commodations for two cows, a pigsty for the young porkers, a chicken coop, an old-fashioned flower garden. a patch of corn, beds of garden stuff and all the needs and attractions of a good farm. -t bling. Twenty years in Texas, run- | that every community is | LK 1‘7,.\.\'n, TLA., AUG. 28, | | | they came from the funeral, the peopla stole ! glances after the bent, white-haired form of old Borsini, and whis- pered: “He will die of grief. It Is| 1913, __———-—-.__.____ DIONIGIO, THE GENTLE By FRANK M. SPALDING. M When Pietro Borsini quarreled with his cousin Botta, Botta killed him in the manner of the | Italians, and then sent the barber Fusell to tell the news to Papa Por- sinl. And Fusell came away in fright when he saw the blazing eyes of old Dio- niglo. “Gentle Dionig- f0.” they called him, because he had a tender heart. He kept a wine shop near the Municipal bridze, and was know for his char- ity. A a great plty that he is too old for | vengeance.” When they passed the shop and | tound the shutters closed day after day, with Nicola Davio's puppies playing on the steps and the dust | blowing into the corners, they said: | “Poor old Dionigio, his heart is broken.” And all the while Bottd swaggered and grew fat with glory. But one day the shutters were opened, the puppies sent away and | the door left ajar, so that one could see the mirrors and the kegs of rum, and more than all, Gentle Dionigio himself, with his towel on his arm, end his fresh white apron. And the | word weat from one to another, until | one by one all the topers came—all | but one, and he was Botta, | And so it was for a week, when| Botta himself came smiling and insul-} ent and showing no fear, It was then | that the old rum seller’s lips grew white, and as he glared he snarled: “Smile now, Dotta, so that you mdy‘ look pleasant \\hon your time comes.” Botta laughed, but his eyes grew ! white underneath and his hand shook as he drank. Again Botta came, laughing and | jesting with his cronies, and winking | when Gentle Dionigio was not looking. | But he grew silent when his uncle turned to him and said, softly: “Take care, my nephew, God has told me to kill you within two weeks.” And, on the night after two weeks, Botta was there again. And now, when his uncle came toward him, he | drew back with affright, and put a chair before him as a shield, “Have no fear,” eaid the old man. Y would have killed you last night,! but God came to me in a dream and sald, ‘One week longer, Dionigio.'” All the evening Botta sat with his gldss undrained, thinking sick thoughts, with sighs ‘and furtive glances at Gentle Dionigio, For he was afraid. As he went home he sald | to himself, “It is not right that he | should bring God into this business. Why does he not try to kill me, as any one else would do? I could de fend myself then.” He did not appear at the wine shop for a long time, but stayed in his room whittling the carvings that he sold on the streets in the daytime. One day he stopped, for he found that always his figures took the look of old Bor- sini and leered and laughed at him under the lamplight, and chilled his limbs. In time the shadows in the room drove him to the wine shop. He drew courage from thinking, “Old Dionigio has forgotten. He lies when he says that God is against me.” And when he came he grew bold, laughing and jesting as in the other times. In defiance, he waited until the others had gone, and then swag- [ered to the door. When old Dionigio tapped him on the shoulder he turned fn an instant, his knife in his hand. He thought, “It is now!” But Dionigio was looking upon him | with eyes as soft as a nun’s. Our books are divided 'of your son must live until the day we keep an ac- | of the Holy Bt. Peter. eount of San Francisco money sepa | must live.'” New York | gtammered Botta, the knife trembling “Listen, Botta,” he said, “God | merciful to you. On the night before | your doom, he came to me in my sleep and sald, ‘Dionigio, the murderer Until then he “But why do you not try mow?” “Now!” and he clutched “No,” sald gentle Dionigio, flinging strength from you and I could slay 8t. Peter.” For a long time the topers did not see Botta. “He stays (ocked in his room,” sald lone. “And I saw him peering out one day witn the look of a mad dog.” One day the barber, Fuseli, came tnto the shop and said, "Have you heard the news, Papa Borsini? They have sent Botta to the insane uylum, you have lost your vengeance.” . “Bah! What a blockhead you arel answered gentle Dionigio. . e o the e etms| § JO7 Westi Maln Street- Phonc 348-Black B oo, an s KF | JOFFAMN 0N DM J. P, NEWBEGKED “cfl'::zh:?;z- story Pub. On) Pres. Sec.& Tres. Supt, & Gen. Man. V. Pres & Asst e -~ CVERY BODY AuTo WEAR GOOD CLOTHES | OTHING knocks out clothing so N fust as autoing, but who wants to "AA | quit riding in an automobile or go- s .4 ing for an outing? Then, prepare for it. Let us furnish you a sensible Top Coat to keep off rain, wind or dust---also, a cap and stout gloves. We sell comfort- able clothes, but they always have the “SNAP” to them. 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