Family life -- Fiction; Humorous stories; Saving and investment -- Fiction
That was how Fenelby, who had a great mind for such things, came to
think of the Fenelby tariff. It was evident that the penny system
could not be counted on to pile up a sum large enough to see
Bobberts through Yale and leave a margin big enough for him to live
on while he was getting firmly established in his profession,
whatever that profession might be. What was needed in the Fenelby
family was a system that would save money for Bobberts gently and
easily, and that would not be easy to forget nor be too palpable a
strain on the Fenelby income. Something that would make them save in
spite of themselves; not a direct tax, but what you might call an
indirect tax--and right there was where and how the idea came to
Fenelby.
"That's the idea!" he said to Mrs. Fenelby. "That is the very
thing we want! An indirect tax, just as this nation pays its taxes,
and the tariff is the very thing! It's as simple as A B C. The
nation charges a duty on everything that comes into the country;
_we_ will charge a duty on everything that comes into the house,
and the money goes into Bobberts' education fund. We won't miss the
money that way. That's the beauty of an indirect tax: you don't know
you are paying it. The government collects a little on one thing
that is imported, and a little on another, and no one cares,
because the amount is so small on each thing, and yet look at the
total--hundreds of millions of dollars!"
"Goodness!" exclaimed Mrs. Fenelby. "Can we save that much for
Bobberts? Of course, not hundreds of millions; but if we could save
even one hundred thousand dollars--"
"Laura," said Mr. Fenelby, "I don't believe you understand what I
mean. If you would pay a little closer attention when I am
explaining things you would understand better. A tariff doesn't make
money out of nothing. How could we save a hundred thousand dollars
out of my salary, when the whole salary is only twenty-five hundred
dollars a year, and we spend every cent of it?"
"But, Tom dear," said Mrs. Fenelby, "how can I help spending it? You
know I am just as economical as I can be. You said yourself that we
couldn't live on a cent less than we are spending. You know I would
be only _too_ glad to save, if I could, and I didn't get that new
dress until you just begged and begged me to get it, and--"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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