THE
Enterpriseo
VOL. II.
RALEIGH, N. C, THURSDAY, JUNE 15, 1905.
NO. 9
BILK1NS IS HUMILIATED.
Was Qetting Ready To Raid Cedar
Fork Township When the Federal
Court Met-Bad State of Affairs
His Opinion of the School of Econ-
: my. '.'
Correspondence of the Enterprise.
Them carryin's on at Raleigh at
the Federal Court hez put me out
more'n enything I've hearn ov late
ly. I've traveled f rum one side ov
Wake County ter the other fer many
years an' bin az far outside az Hills
boro, an' I'll be blessed if you could
n't a knocked me down with an empty
egg shell when I hearn erbout whut
lied bin goin' on in Coda'- Fork
Township; an' purty nigh half the
populashun a-layin' in jail servin' out
sentenses.
An' this iz my county, the county
that me an' my ancestors fout
an' bled fer, a county with the
Watts law, the Ward law, the anty
jug law; the county whar I am con
sterable, justis ov the peece, rode
supervizer, an' persnecktive candy
date fer the next legislater. The
wurld iz growin' wurse fast.
I hed bin loadin' up my transport
with collick cure an' fixin' ter make
a rade in Cedar Fork Township ter
see if awl wuz well, an' ter see if
they wuz abidin' by the laws ov the
Meeds an' the Persions, the Watts
law an' the Ward law, an' awl other
laws made an' purvided by the affixy
legislater. I knowed there wuz nu
merous consterables, sheriffs, jus
tises ov the peece an' other offishuals
in Cedar Fork, but I wuz af eared
they wuz too busy ter fix things up
rite.
Betsy she didn't want me ter go.
She 'lowed that I'd git killed, fer
them blockaders shot at a revenew
offiser sum time ergo. I tole her hit
wuz awl rite, fer I wuzzent goin' ter
hurt them, an' they wouldn't hurt
me. "What air you goin' ter do ter
them ?" axed Betsy. "Oh ! that iz awl
rite," sez I, "I'll rayport them ter
the anty-saloon leag, which iz keepin'
powerful quiet by order ov Simmons
or sumbody, an' then I'll isshue a writ
or polutus hif alutus, dispensatory,
which means in Inglish: 'You air
safe so long az you vote rite.' " This
writ would hev bin returnable before
the sons ov the revolushun one hun
dred years f rum now. Hit takes a
lot ov diplomasy ter be a prohi
bishinist, a dispensary advercate an'
drink licker an' encourage the ilisit
makin' ov hit awl at the same time.
But lots ov folks hev hit ter do or
git out ov the party.
But I'm humilitated bad. Rite un
der the shades ov the State Capitol,
rite under the nose ov the anty- sa
loon leag, rite under the eyes ov the
county offisers, rite under the arms
ov members ov the grand jury, this
"co-operative distillery" wuz wurkin'
day an' nite. This, too, in a land
whar the dispensatory razes hits
proud hed, waves the banner or tem
perance, an' perclames that awl who
hev the price kin eat. drink an' be
merry, this Sunday-school hell kit
tel wuz bilin', fer they say hit wuz
known in the Sunday-schools, an'
they iz strong intermashions that
sum ov the teachers were stockhold
ers an' buyers ov the goods. I'm so
humilitated that I've a noshun ter
resine erbout half ov my offigea an'
put on mourninV
J m tlmt sum Smart Aleck hez
started a school ter teech girls ekon
omy out West, whar they air awlways
puttin' on airs. I'm tryin' ter git
Betsy ter go, but I don't reckon they
iz eny chance. She sez she iz too ole
ter lam. Ov course I'd druther she
wouldn't go.
Wimin air the most ekonomical
critters on the earth enyhow. They
kin buy more with a small salary
than eny man livin'. They air allers
showin' off whut they kin do in that
line. I never seed one yit that could
n't buy a artickal worth 75 cents fer
98 cents, an' they count hit that
they hev made two cents clear. If a
man wuz ter do that he'd git sum
ov hiz f rends ter kick him an' then
go an' git drunk ter drown hiz shame.
Many wimin spend awl their hus
bands make practisin' ekonomy. Awl
gudo men ; give their surpluss ter
their wives ter keep. Then, when the
man cums home at nite feelin' blue
an' complanin' that he can't keep up
the present rate ov livin', hiz wife
laffs at him an' nets him till he gits
over hit awl. The next day she will
go out and hunt some bargains an'
spend the last cent provin' that she
kin buy five dollars an' ten cents
worth o v gudes fer five dollars an'
eight cents, sum ov them bein' things
that they may never need.
Better start a school ov extrava
ganse. Awl the wimin would go ter
that an' graduate. Then, to prove
that they knew more than the perfes
sor they'd go home an' becum eko
nomikal. They most awlways do the
other thing, no matter whut hit iz.
. Truly,
ZEKE BELKINS.
Melons in the iloonlight.
Road lak' a white streak gwine 'round
de bend
Dar's a path er juicy melons in de
moonlight at de end!
En I lissen en I lissen, whar I see
de shadders creep,
En I wish de moon would kiver wid
a cloud, en go ter sleep 1
Kaze de melon seem ter say:
"Worl' will wake up wid de day,
En I sweeter dan de roses dat you'
sweetheart pull in May."
Den I step out mighty cautious, en
de gray owl holler, "Who -
fti do shadders in de moonlight
who is You? You? You?"
En I tell him: "Ef you please, suh,
des ter hear en onderstan',
I only des a trav'ler in de water
melon lan'!"
Kaze de melon seem ter say:
"Worl' will wake up wid de day,
En I sweeter dan de honey er de
honey-bees in May."
En de white road lead me ter him,
en I tell him, "Howdy do
Wid de moonlight des a-kiv'rin' all
yo' family en you?
I knows dat in de night-time you ez
lonesome ez kin be."
Now, you wantin me ter tell you
what de melon say ter me?
"Des lemme go yo' way
"Worl' will wake un wid de day,
En I sweet ez honeysuckle en de
reddes' rose in May."
Frank L. Stanton, in Philadelphia
Saturday Evening Post.
Action is the word of God; thought
alone i3 but his shadow. They who
disjoin thought and action seek to
divide duty and deny the eternal
UWty,Mftzzfoi,
A Story of Lights.
One night, when the sun had dis
apeared and birds had tucked their
heads beneath their wings to rest, one
of the night birds flew close to an
electric light.
"Of what use are you ?" asked the
bird. "You give so little light com
pared with the sun."
"I do the best I can," said the
light. "Think how dark this corner
would be if I were not here ! People
walking and driving might run into
one another, and some one might
gat hurt."
"That's true," said the bird, and
away he flew. Then he came near a
gaslight, standing apart from houses
and busy streets.
"Of what use are you?" asked the
bird. "You do not give as much
light as the electric light."
'I do the best I can," said the
light. "Do you not see that steep
bank just beyond ? If I were not
here, some one might fail to see it
and fall."
"That's true," sard the bird, and
away he flew. Soon his sharp eyes
spied a lamp in a window.
"Of what use are you?" asked the
bird. "You do not give even as much
light as the gaslight."
"I do the best I can. I am in the
window to throw light down the
path, that Farmer Brown may see
the way when he comes home. I do
the best I can."
"That's true," said the bird, and
away he flew.
But again his sharp eyes spied a
light a tiny candlelight in a nursery
window.
-Of what use are you?" asked the
bird. "Your light is so small. You
do not give even as much as a lamp."
"I do the best I can," said the can
dle, "and I can easily be carried
from room to room. Nurse uses me
when she gives the children a drink
of water at night or sees that they
are snugly covered up in bed. I do
the best I can."
'That's true," said the bird ; and
away he flew, thinking, as he saw the
many lights here and there, little
and great : "All are helpers." Har
riet S. Warren, in Kindergarten Review.
A Little Coquette.
During one of his visits to Wies
baden, the aged monarch Emperor
William I. was seated one day be
side his adjutant on a bench in the
shad? of the magnificent trees that
beautify Berlin's handsome prome
nade on the Wilhelmstrasse. The
crowd of curious ongazers, that al
ways follows in the wake of royalty
when opportunity offers, pressed as
near as permissible. One of the num
ber, on account of her tender years
more daring than her elders, Taroke
from her nurse's grasp and approach
ed the august presence. She was a
beautiful child of four years, and
charming to look upon in her well
made, becoming costume, her long
fair hair veiling her shoulders, and a
loose bunch of red roses in her hand.
She was on the way to the railway
station and the flowers were for a
good-bye offering to a friend who was
about to leave the city. On the way
to the station she had heard the word
passed along, "The Emperor ! the
Emperor 1" and being a very young
miss whose home was in a country
where tbey do not have kjng$, gfce
stopped and gazed inquisitively at
the two men.
The old sovereign smiled benignly
at the child and extended his hand
toward her. "Will you give me your
roses, little girl?" said he.
'No, sir," responded the tiny maid
en, but she took the flowers in her
left hand and held them behind her
as she walked forward and placed her
right hand in the Empror's out
stretched palm.
"Not this hand," said he, smiling.
"The other one."
She changed the bouquet to her
right hand and gave him the left.
"No, the other," repeated the Em
peror.
She transferred the flowers to the
left hand and reached out her right.
The request was made a third and
fourth time, and still she maneuvered
with 1 the bouquet. The nurse, who
had observed this pantomime at a
respectful distance, now came for
ward and said chidingly i "Please
give his Majesty the roses, Helen."
"No!" replied her young charge,
with decision.
"Will you not give me your roses?"
inquired the adjutant, in a persuasive
voice. :.
"Yes," answered the little girl,
frankly, as she placed the bouquet in
his hand.
Both the Emperor and his adjutant
laughed heartily. "She evidently pre
fers you to me" said the former,
with a smile. Then the kind-hearted
old Emperor drew the child to him
and gave her a kiss, and the nurse
led her away. Albert Morris Bagby,
in St. Nicholas.
A Fire-Escape.
A public school teacher in Balti
more tells -'of 'a district trustee in a
town not far from the Monumental
City who is much interested in the,
disciplinary methods to be used in
case of fire in a school -building.
Whenever he, in company with the
examining board, made the rounds of
the various schools, he would invari
ably put many questions to the pupils
as to what they would do in case of
fire. In many instances the teachers
forestalled him by coaching their
pupils as to the proper replies to such
questions. In one school particular
ly the children had been carefully
prepared in this respect.
One day, however, the trustee va
ried his usual program, and instead
of propounding the customary ques
tions, decided to address the chil
dren on other topics.
"Now, boys and girls," he began,
"what would you do if I were to make
you a little speech ?" , .
With embarrassing unanimity the
pupils eagerly shouted, " We would
form a line, and march down-stairs!"
Woman'3 Home Companion for
June.
Terrors of the What" Law.
One of the remarkable stories of
the day is that of the joint stock
moonlight distillery which has been
operated for three years by ten farm
ers a few miles from Raleigh in the
township in which the sheriff of the
county lives, and the existence of
which was so well known that it has
been talked about openly around
church doors and at Sunday-school.
Great is that What law in its sup
pression of moonshiningCharlotte
Observer,