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THE ENTERPRISE PUBLISHED SVKRY FRIDAY Wllliamaton, K. C. WILLIAM C. MANNING, BDITOR SUBSCRIPTION RATES Om Year ... - fi.oo Six Mouths ... .50 Three Months - - *5 Strictly Cash In Advance Kntercd at the Offifc al Wllliamston, H. C. as Second Clns* Malt Matter. Address all Communications to THE ENTERPRISE, Willlamston, N. C. Friday, May iqi^ The pardoning power of North -Carolina seems to continue. Gov. fCraig has a soft heart, too. The new Chief of Police is see ing that the back lots in the Bus iness section are cleaned up. Right move in the rijf'n direction. Keep the hall rolling. The Sunday News and Obser ver looked good to us. It had a streak of that pretty pokeberry juice, which heralded the fact that the printing was done in its own quarters and by its own press. Editor Daniels and his force are to be congratulated upon the mijfhty energy which has restored the "Old Reliable" to former appearance. Peanuts are coming up, where irf the factory? Don't let us for get that its whistle must be heard this winter. It is the salvation of the farmers of Martin county. That or failure to secure living prices for our world famed crop of the succulent nuts. • Dr. John E. White, of Atlanta, has decided that J. P. Morgan had as much condi tions permitted. It is taken for granted that the learned preach er is the one to judge, but when and by whom was he appointed? He may be just getting in line for Rockefeller when theoil magnate returns to dust. If a man. has as much religion as he can possi bly get in tliat sphere of life in which a higher power has placed him. where doss the blame rest? The Doctor might answer that, and whether M >rgan went to heaven. Befitting Honors Monday, the Secretary of the Navy, Hon. Josephus Daniels, was the guest of Washington, the town in which he was born. "Little" Washington did the hon ors gracefully and heartily, and we rejoice that our neighbor can claim the Secretary as her very own. It was a great an 1 good day for the city on the Pamlico, and the heart of every citizen must have throbbed with unusual joy. Secretary Daniels in a speech before the citizens, took foi; his th eme: "The Love of Home is the Seed of Patriotism," emphas izing the world-accepted truth that the mother is the builder of character in the home. His words were a loving tribute to his pa rents and the place of his nativity. Aiiti-Prbgressive Spirit The vote for good roads in Wil liams Township was a disappoint ment to those who work albng progrossive lines. It was thought that the measure would win out until election, day, when the antis marshalled their forces and voted to keep the old road tax on as heretofore". •*- It is regrettable that of the four townships voting for good ffeads, only one won out—that of Robersonville. It should not be> if Martin Coantywants to rank with the best in the State. It is difficult to make some people see things in the light of progress. But the end is not yet and good roads will come because it is reas onable and just that they should. If your eyes are blindfolded a Idas from a homely girl is just as sweet as one from a pretty girl. V * ADVICE ABOUT A GIRL By ADELE CRAMER. Tbe young man who seemed very much at home In the easy chair leaned aver and deliberately pulled a hair From the back of the fat poodle that was asleep on the rug. He leaned back smiling in great contentment over the result of hia feat and spoke through the canine din. "I had a particular reason for calling tonight," be an nounced. The pretty girl turned over a book on the table to conceal her nervous ness. "Ob, did you?" she asked with alaborate carelessness. "How could you be so mean to poor old Fldo?" "He needs exercise," explained tlir young man. "Nothing like exercise to take off fat—l'll bet he hasn't chased around that way in a year before! As 1 was saying, I wanted to see you par ticularly, Emeltne. I wanted to ask you about something." "I am sure," answered the pretty girl with great kindness, "that any ad vice 1 can give you I will gladly—" "That's Just it!" he declared eag erly. "I want your advice!" "Oh!" said the pretty girl shortly. She seemed disappointed. "I think after all it is sort of foolish to ask a# vice, don't you? People ask it and then never take it!" "Not me;" persisted the young man. "And I don't know anyone whose ad vice I'd rather rely on than yours, Eineline. I wanted to ask you about— er—well, about a girl!" "Oh!" said the pretty girl again. She swallowed hard. "Of course I'm Inter ested In auy friend of yours, Harold. But—" "She's a dandy girl!" Insisted the I young man. He smiled remlniscently I and the young woman took hold of her j chair arms hard. She had the general | air of a dynamite bomb that Is about j to explode, he did not notice it. | "In fact," he went on, "I don't know j another girl who Is such an all around '■ success in every way as she is! I'll ( have to tell her BO you can , understand the case." "Pleast dp!" said the young woman in appropriately rapturous tones —be- tween her teeth. "Slie is better than just pretty," ex plained the young man. "Hecause there is intelligence in her face and "She'a a DaAdy Girl." expression and all that. And she can do evorythlng—outdoors as well as In, and she is always cheerful and she has such a way of looking at a fellow—" "Goodness!" said the pretty girl with tremendous raillery. "I never heard of such a paragon! If you can find a girl like that you ought to grab her, quick, before the grand rush be gins! For there aren't many like her!" "That's what 1 think," the young man agreed. '.'l've thought so all Hong, Just to myself, you know. I've been sure, but I didn't realize It until lately." "I'm terribly Interested, of course," oaid the pretty girl, stifling one cor ner of a delicate yawn, "but what was It you wanted my advice about? 1 have to get up early tomorrow, Har old, and I can't alt up much later this evening. My advice would be to marry her tomorrow before the crowd begins to fight for her." "Good!" said the young man. "That's my Idea exactly. Only I'm afraid to tell her about It. You see, she's such a wonder that It's absolutely lusanlty for me to fancy that she'd look at me. Honest! I haven't the nerve!" "Nonsense!" said the young woman. "She's probably crazy to get married. These popular girls usually are. They have no resources' within themselves and can't imagine anything else to fill their lives! When there are HO many other things so vastly superior to mere matrimony! I can't understand their point of view!" "She wouldn't look at me," he re peated. • "I wouldn't be 90 sure," said the young woman cynically. "Why, youvjuet SAID 80, yourself doclared the young man. "Said matri mony was a back humber and—hang it, it's you I'm talking about." The young woman sat looking at him with a bewildered pink creeping over her face. "O-o-oh!" she gasped under her breath. Then she smiled at him. "I—er—wouldn't be too certain of that, Harold," she murmured. "Now tell it to me from the beginning again. I believe I didn't (julte understand!"— Chicago Daily New*. (Copyright by Dally Story Publishing Co.) £? ,' p.% . »£■■ •- TO THE HILL "KENTRY" BY HENftY C. WOOD. "Lor! Lor! Jabez," mumbled the old woman, the wagon wheel* creak ing a fitting accompaniment to her high, shrill voice, "I'm skeered weuns won't never git ter the bill kentry. Hit seems a powerful long way oil." A man and woman, both paat the middle age, plodded wearily along In the duat and heat, the woman near the rear of the wagon, the man at the horse's head. "We-uns 'll get thar all right, mother," answered her huaband, en couragingly, after a little apace of silence, "by ter-morrow we-una ought ter see the blue hills onct mo' by noon ter-morrow." The spent horse ataggered to the side of the road, and began to nib blo at a small patch of green un der the shade of a protecting bush. The man waited. "That's right, Baldy—eat all you uns kin," be said, kindly. "Hlt'a a right smart journey, ylt, but we-una 'll git thar, mother, don't jr« fret," he added, confidently. The horse, somewhat refreshed by the mouthful or two of green grass, started again on lta slow Journey down the white stretch of dusty road. In the afternoon they reached a city "that lay In the path of their Journey. The noise and movement confused the old couple—the sight of many strange facoe struck them with a mighty sense of loneliness and soli tude—the country and the hills they sought were aB familiar friends, but | the hurrying crowds seemed pitiless and apart from them. There was a certain friendliness In nature that was | altogether lacking In the buey haunts i of man. Besides, to these two, the city was symbolical of all fhat was evil, and | cruel, and callous. Was It not a city —possibly this very, one—that had swallowed in its Insatiable maw an *■ innocent girl that this pld couple had cherished and called daughter? Little wonder that they now looked about tliera with awe and dread, and were eager to quit the hot, noisy itreeta and reach the open fields once more. The man chirruped a kindly note of encouragement to the worn-out horse. In response the faithful animal quick ened Its slow pace for a few steps, and then suddenly went down on the hard stones of the street to rise no more. In helpless apa,tliy the couple stopped, bewildered and dazed, then as the full enormity of the disaster dawned on the woman'* mind, she flung herself down on her knees, and tried"~valnly to lift the head of the dying animal into her lap, calling en treatlngly: "Baldy! Baldy! you-uns ain'ta-goln' ter leave we-uns here? The hill ken try ain't but a little piece off —Jes' ter morrow. Can't ye take we-uns only thar—jes' thar?" "No, mother, he's at the end of hie journey a'ready," said the man, gently, as lie bent to undo the patched and mended harness from the motionless animal. As he spoke he brushed his hand furtively across his weather-beat on face. m A crowd of the curious and idle be gan to gather, some with flippant Jests *t the forlorn plight of the two travel ers, others touched with pity at the tragic qualities.of the scene. The old woman arose and looked helplessly from one face to another, tnderatanding only that each one was t range, and that the hill "kentry" was /et far away. "We-uns kem from Injiana," ahe laid, In her slow, drawling toneß, as Ue crowd preeeod nearer. "My son, lim, lives thar—him an' his wife an' en children. We-uns went out thar :er live, but Jim's wife, she warn't wlllin', an* BO we-uns started back ter he hill kentry, whence we-uns kem. llm, though, he warn't to blame. "Lor", strangers, we-ans hope none j' yeun-uns "11 ever know what hit Is '.er be In trouble like thfa, an' ole, an' po'." Her simple story seemed suddenly .0 arouse a wave of sympathy that •wept over the motley crowd. One jrawny young workman, with the uemory of a mother's love still fresh n hie heart, took off his hat, and dropping into it tb, liberal offering, massed the hat from.one.to another, while a shower of silver and bills fell 11 to It, aB if by a magician's skill. Even a poor creaturo of the streets, with haggard face and sin-haunted syes, cast her last coin among the others, then pressed her way through he crowd to eee the ones who might je more wretched than she. The two women looked- into each ither's eyes—the one pair brimming jver Viith new-born gratitude— the oth jr dim with awakened conscience, and hen the younger woman threw heraelf town at the dusty, tired feet of the jlder, and kissing the wVlnkled hand, :rled out: "Mother, take me back to the hill :ountry with you!" ;Copyrlght by Dally Story Publishing Co.) Btage Life Today. "You say you are an actress?" "Yes." "And what experience have you had as an actress?" "Well, I testified in the Wombat trial, and again in the great trunk mystery case." Of Two Liar*. fflh-'j "How did you choose between the two?" "The one I rejected said I would be an angel when 1 die, and the one I accepted eafrs ft am an angel now." im>» . ... 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