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THE ENTERPRISE FCBUSHBD every prioay WilUamtton, K. C. WILLIAM C. MANNING, Kditor ' U SUBSCRIPTION RATES Oue Year - - f i oo 81k Months - • -5° Three Months - • .25 Strictly Cash in Advance Entered at the Port Office at Wllliamaton, ■. C. aa Second Claaa Mail Matter. ' Address all Communications to THE ENTERPRISE, Williamston, N. C. Friday, August t **l3 In Line The vote on Tuesday in Cross Roads Township place that sec ;tion in the progressive line with Robersonville and Williamston Townships in the county. It was an easy victory for the advocates, 1 who worked, however, as those who work to win. The people will never have cause to regret their vote. It means progress, • closer relationship between friends and neighbors, time sav ed and a modern way of keeping intact the highways necessary to e.irry on the business of the sec tion. It will mean better farms, more improved homes, and better schools. Cross Roads has done well and the future promises fair for its people. The Largest Market "Suffolk is the largest, peanut market in the world and business is increasing rapidly every year." The above is from The Peanut Grower, a new publication devot ed to the peanut industry, and is sued monthly at the peanut mart of the world. No one doubts the assertion, at least, in Martin County, for a'great part of Suf folk's immense business is made possible by our people who are not wise enough to manufacture their product at home. Williamston is the largest pea nut market (for the farmers' pro duct) in the world for the large variety of the nuts, and yet there is not a factory he v. And why? Just simply became we must help build Suffolk— at least, tint is the attitude assum.- i by som* people. Yes, Suffolk ea'i grow while Williamston bleed* to give it life. But for North Car >lina. the Old I Dominion would shrill!; up I k. a toy ballon after the circa * ha-t l»ft | town. We are indeed a goodly. land, and perhaps so because we are such tree distributors of our 1 wealth. For is it not written that the Lord loveth a cheerful giver? To New York by Auto Saturday night about twelve o'clock, a Studebaker and a Cadillac car passed through here en route to New York from Washington. J. P. Simpson met them three miles in' the country and piloted them as far as the Mobley mill on the Hamilton Road. From where they went via Scotland Neck taking the splen-: did Halifax Road to Richmond. Among the party were Mr. and Mrs. Gus Bowers, Mr. and Mrs. Frank Bowers, Jos. F. Tayloe, Dr. John Blount and others. . Wood's HigivGrad^eeds^ Crimson Clover ffoe Xing of Sell Improvers," 1 ■lao makes splendid tail* winter and spring grazing, Ithe earliest green Tesd, er a good hay crop. CRIMSON CLOVER will inoreaae lb'- pioductiveneaa of the land more I than twenty times as much as the same amount spent in commercial fertilizers. 1 Can be aown by itself or st tho last | working of corn, cotton or other cultivs- \ Crops. ' We are headquarters for Crimson Clover, Alfalfa, Winter Vetch, and all farm Seeds, Write for prices and Deacrtptlvs Fall Catalog. g> ving infoißMtioa I about all seeds for fall sowing. T. W. WOOD Cf SONS, - Seedsmen, - Richmond, Va. ENDING OF SEA FEUD By J. C. PLUMMER. "Let him go. To hades with his bloomin' knife. Let the dago loose," and Tom Bradd struggled to (fee him self from the grasp of two brawny tailors who held him. Mr. Buck, the lean, sinewy mate, had his arms in terlaced about Nicola's waist, utterly unmindful of the cruel looking stiletto ihaklng in the powerful Italian's hand. Captain Newton advanced to .the main hatoh, his long, patriarchal beard (ailing to hla waistband. "Stop it, gall darn ye, stop it," he thundered. . "I'm short handed now, and I won't hare any man killing on this here hooker. Batten down your feelln's, you two fellers, till you get to Rio Orande, and then you can chop each other Into bits and devil take what's left, but there's to be no chop pin' on the Apollo." The two sailors released Bradd, who recommenced the work he had stopped to fight Nicola, and the Italian, find ing himself free from the mate's hold, walked dlgnifledly forward and went below. The crisis had been passed, temporarily at least. What begun the fend between the men no one knew. It existed when they shipped In New York and thejr had spat hate at each other during the voyage, but thla was the flrat time an actual collision had been threat ened. * "It's only pat off," remarked old Ned. oradularly; "bloodll fly yet." There were several days of bright sunshine, calm sea and cloudless sky, >nd on one of these mornings the ,nate ordered Nicola to go mo duty ca .he fcre-tcpsdlunt >urd. Tho Italian looped a litre r.iout h!s necl: and i'nz v. marline spil;e In lib teeth climbed the weather rigging. Just as he swung himself over the top he lost his hold and fell like a plummet Into the sea. "Man overboard," yelled O'Neill, who was at the wheel, and he flung a life buoy over the rail. The skipper was on deok In one jump. "Heave her to," he shouted. "Braces," came sharp and curt from the mate, and the men hurried to obey, casting glances aft. "He's a goner," exclaimed Mr. Duck. "No, there he Is," said sharp-eyed O'Neill, pointing over the lee quar ter, and there, sure enough, was a black speck, the head of Nicola. He was swimming, but slowly and labori ously. The brig had been brought to and the boat ready, when a ory camo from the poop. "HI, hi! Shark, see him!" Abeam was the triangular fin of a shark cutting the water us It made a straight course for Nicola,^ "It's all up," muttered the mate; "nothing can save him now." There was a splash, and to our as tonishment Bradd had leaped over board and was swimming fiercely. He lay a course which must bring him between the shark and Nicola. Having laid a right angled courso Bradd gained on the shark, which was swimming in a straight line for the Italian and was a cable's length ahead of the fish when he reached a lino with the slowly swimming Nicola, ar.U then he seemed seized with con vulsions.- Ho splashed the water with hla hands and legs, reminding one or tho actions of c. duck which has reached a pond after a long, dry land journey. Ills motions were so violent that the sea frothed about him, and the#hark was evidently as surprised at these evolutions as was the crew of the Apollo. Obviously they were not to hl6 taste, for he darted off in an apposite direction. By this time the bdat had been lowered and In a half tiour both men were aboard the brig. "I didn't think you were that big a fool to risk your life for a dago who's hungry to put a knife in you," re marked Ned, reproachfully. "Risk!" exclaimed Bradd; "there wasn't any. If you'd been In the In dian ocean you'd know the shark is tho biggest coward that swims and any man can scare 'em off who makes a big splutter in the water, and then I hate the bloody things and I'll balk em of a meal any day." Not a word had Nicola spoken to auyone since he had been brought on board, but now he came out of the forecastle and approached Bradd. He held out to him the stiletto with the hilt toward his enemy. "Keep your bloomin' knife," said Bradd, snd the broad, freckled face broke into a smile. In that most monotonous and very dirty Brazilian town. Rio Grande, do Sul, two very drunken men ..walked arm and arm down towards the quay. One sang a coster song in a deep bass and the other in a screechy tenor a barcarole. They were Bradd and Nicola, and the sea feud was at an end. (Copyright by Dally Story Pub. Co.) Rabbit Wrecks Railroad Motor,* General Roadmaster A. A. Miller of the Iron Mountain system was recent ly taken to the company's hospital in 3t. Louis suffering from a compound fracture of the left arm, cuts on his law and ear and internal injuries. He was riding on a railway motor car near Knobel, Ark., when a rabbit, leap ing across the track, was caught In the wheels Of the car. Thenar was de .Tuiod. Three other men on the oar \liio were Injured. Plan to Reduce Coat of Living. Mflwaukea working girls are or ynflrtlng co-operative buying clubs to roduco th« rest, of llvlnr. RUSSIAN JOAN OF ARC By BESSIE R. HOOVER. Dmitri Pretioff had been notified that he muit serve in the OUT'S army. This news came llke*"a thunderbolt to his mother, Anna Pretaoff, 'who Is my distant who has cared for me ever siifee the awful night at Priblov ten years ago, when my parents were both killed. It seemed as if Dmltsi could not be ■pared, for bis mother's little holding had to be cared for; and Anna Pret zoff and myself could never do all the work, though I was twenty years old and strong for a girl. The day came wlien Dmitri was to go; but like a stroke out of a clear aky, a strange sickness fell upon him that morning as he started on bis way to Svelk. where the recruit ing officer was stationed. Dmitri was very sick, so alck that he aeemed near death. Of course bft could not go to Svelk that day, but that only put off his going a little longer. Then a quick resolve came to me, and with it a daring plan, that though I was only a peasant girl, I formed In a moment's time. Fired with an unreasoning seal of adventure, I slipped up to the loft where Dmitri's best clothes lay ready for him on a cot. I hastily put them on, and they were a good fit, for I was about his height, and large and strong for a girl. Then I quickly clipped my hair in the fashion of the peasant men, and went down stairs. Calling Anna Pretzoff Into the kitch en, I fcld h'r of i.:y determination to r»ir.:"r.p!ire march away with tlifc troops. ar.j when thero wnj :jo. longer sriy t?r.v of 'her.: coming fc-ick for Dmitri, I voali oxpla4a all and come home. At the recruiting station all went as It should, and I was soon march ing, shoulder to shoulder between two stalwart peasant soldiers, who took my presence aB a matter of course. Ou the third day my name was called as we stopped for dinner beside a little stream. "Dmitri Pretzoflf, a letter." I had almost forgotten my new name. The letter had been written by kins woman, and said that I must come home at once, for Dmitri was dead Dead! Dmitri, my old playmate; the man I was going to marry some time! I had not thought that Dmitri would die. The old scenes and the familiar faces that had faded so quickly from my careless mind, that the strange events of the last three djiys had seemed to obliterate, came back, and I was homesick with a dull, physical pain. After all, I was only a woman, and Dmitri had been more to me than I had been conscious of. I mult go home and care for his mother. That night I got a permit to visit the commanding officer's tent. H4 was alone and I told my errand briefly. m "I am a girl," I said, "I took the place of Dmitri Pretioff, who «u too sick to come —now he la dead. May I go back and take care of his mother?" The officer was astonished, then nonplussed, and above aU he was dis pleased to think that such a trick had been played. "Did you do this for lore of coun try?" he questioned. "No," I answered, "I went to seek adventure," then I hung my head, for the part that I was playing did not seem BO heroic as It had at home; all of a sudden I aaw that I was really an Impostor. Rut I was a woman, very tired, almost sick, and the officer had com passjon on me, for he wrote a pass and gave me money enough to get back home on. And some way the papers got hold of the story and dilated on It as pa pers will, and It went all over the world that I was a second "Joan of Arc," when I was only a foolish and Ignorant girl. I started home, still In my uniform, with my knapsack strapped across my shonlders and the precious pass signed by the commanding officer. In my pocket. Leaving the train at the little it» tlon at Svelk, I tramped disconsolate ly through the fields towards my kins woman's holding. A peasant was working In the field, a strong: young fellow, I could tell by the lusty strokes of bis mattock. It must be Jan Covens, I thought helping because of Dmitri's death. "Ho, Jan," I called, glad to speak to one of my own people"again. But It was not Jan that turned toward ma at the sound of my voice ■ It was Dmitri. Then I supposed that I must be delirious from overstrain, and that the man 1 saw before me was only a phantom. But no, It was Dmitri, who welcomed me back as one from the dead; for his mother had never told him of my taking his place, bat had led him to believe that I had wandered away, no one knew where. _ Not till long after Dmitri and I were married, did .Anna Pretaoff tell me the whole truth about the strange sickness of her son. When thuday had come for him to Join.the drugged him with tea made trom a poisonous herb. He drank tWs liquid during the morning meal, and shortly after became insensible. Later she had written that he was dead.lthink- Ing that the news would bring me home. (Copyright by Dolly Story Pub, Co.) After fortune has smiled on a man he can afford to laugh and crow fat ! I if - ■ ■ " * 1 ~~ ■■ ■ M m m J M m I Jm M 1 j ' •* o ■ Quality is Higher Than its Price » , • . &> Studebaker "25" SBBS y ) . « r> JUST RECEIVED! TWO CAR LOADS STUDEBAKER Twenty-fives and - Thirty-fives Roadsters and Touring Cars • Considering the scarcity of Cars this season, we would advise promptness in placing your order /, , ,J * V * \"^ r - "-'V'" *"V ; ' • > '-j* A » * • /ffii w . / JlBrV Vv f //in MI Ml fO| W Studebaker "35" $1,290 Lets us show you how a Studebbaker Behaives on the Road J. PAUL SIMPSON, Agent I Williamston, N. C.
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