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VOL. IV.
RALEIGH, N. C, THURSDAY, OCTOPER 31, 1907.
NO. 27
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BILKINS AT HOME.
The Major Enjoying Home Life for
a Short Time Mr. Bryan Can
Talk Teetotalers Do Not Attend
State Fair What Some of the
Visitors Missed Bear History.
Bilkinville, N. C, Oct. 30.
Correspondence of the Enterprise.
I am still at home restin' an' git
tin' over that bear chase I give Billy
Bryan at Raleigh Fair week. Billy
purty nigh talked me ter death. If
I could talk like that man I'd be
sellin' so win' machines, life insur
ance, or patent churns, an' I'd soon
hev awl the money in North Carolina
an' I'd pile it up erginst the side
ov the barn an' open a bank and let
Betsy be bookkeeper an' I'd be
preserdint, cashier and the board of
direckters.
Betsy sez I'll hev ter stay at home
an' Violn r1fir nnf tlio rnttnn eathr
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corn an' dig the pertaters before I
kin go ter Washington teh visit the
Preserdint. I'll hev ter write a pos
tage card an' tell him that I am a
prisoner tied to my wife's apern
strings an' ter look fer me when sees
me a-ridin' up Pencilvany Averoo,
wavin' my bandanner hankercheef at
him. They will be sumpthin' ddin
in Washington, D. C., then fer a few
days or I ain't er profit.
I am a-gittin' sorter over my
scare erbout the finacial siutashun.
The Preserdint is still out West,
huntin' bears an' lookin over the
perlitykal situashun. If hit wuz real
serious he wouldn't do that, he'd
go home an' pull off hiz cote an'
tellygrafft them Wall Street fellers
ter hold the fort.
But I hev got in sorter the same
box. I see that a whole lot ov other
towns air tryin' ter carry the Ma
sonic Temple an' the State Fair er-
way frum Raleigh. That won't do.
Raleigh iz the only big town near
Turrible Crick an the State Fair
would not ba a sucksess any where
else. Purty night awl the other
towns hev gone dry an the brethern
wouldn't go ter a State Fair in a dry
town. Frum what I kin see not
many teetotalers attend State Fairs.
I am eittin' lots ov letters frum
peeple who wuz at the State Fair,
an' they say that they didn't git ter
see me an' Mr. Bryan go a bear
huntin'. Sum ov them talk like they
got bunkoed. Awl I kin say iz that
the bear-hunt wuz a private affair.
Hit wuz not advertized .az a part ov
the Fair attractions an' so they
ain't cot no right ter kick. Mr.
Bryan wuz an extinguished cityzen,
an' I jest giv him a little pleasant
time at my own expense. Hit wuz
not in the Fair grounds but wuz on
private property, that butyful place
known az Penitenshiary woods, jist
oft from where the battle ov the A.
& M. College wuz fout betwixt the
Softmores an' Freshmores this week.
A gentleman livin' at Burlington
hez written me wantin' ter know
how ole the bears air that are in
Pullen Park, and how ole bears in
general live ter be. They ain't any
reckords ter tell the age ov bears
by. Az ter the ages ov bears in
gineral, they air supposed ter live
through four or five Preserdentsha
campnnes an' then either die a nat
ural death or git shot by sum regu
lar hunter who kin kill bears a-flyin'
or H-bllUU Bill.
I see by the newspapers that the
railrode investergashun hez already
cost over $15,000, an' they hain't
found seckshun one ov the law yit.
By the time the whole thing iz over
I'm afeerd that the pollytishuns will
own the railroads an' then we will
hev ter pay ten cents a mile ter ride
on trains ter go at awl. I'm a gittin'
skeerd. These young fellers don't
know whut they air bringing on the
country. But, ov course, az long az
Bob lives I won't be obliged ter ride
on any trains nohow.
Az ever,
ZEKE BILKINS.
The Man and the Elephant, or Mind
is Superior to Matter.
"You are smaller than I am," said
an elephant to his keeper, "pray why
do I submit to you?"
"Why do you?'" said the keeper.
"I wish to know," said the ele
phant.
"How came you here?" said the
man.
"I came of my own accord," said
the elephant.
"Why did you not refuse to come,"
said the man.
"I thought I had better come, on
the whole," said the elephant.
"What were you afraid of, if you
had refused to come?" said the man.
"Not of you,'' said the elephant.
"I could have killed you in a mo
ment, but I feared I should be killed
in -return.";.
"Not by me," said the man.
"No," said the elephant, "but by
some of your friends. You owe all
your power over me to what you call
society. If you were alone I would
soon show my superiority."
"Perhaps not," said the man. "We
owe much of our superiority to so
ciety, but we owe more to intellect,
and your bulk will never make up
for your lack of that."
A Glimpse of the Millenium.
Mr. J. R. Bivens, of West Marsh
ville township, left a sweet potato at
this office last week that weighs 6
pounds. It is the largest ea tin' root
we have ever seen. We may decide
to have it cut up with the band saw
of Marshville Blacksmithing Co., and
then make a family slice pie out of
it, and then 'phone Editor Way, of
Waxhaw, to come over and try his
eatin' works. If we can succeed in
catching a fat 'possom to go along
with it, we'll send word to Col. J. P.
Sossaman, of the Charlotte People's
Paper, to come along, too. Our
Home, Marshville.
The "Kerosene Buggy" in a Country
Town.
Old Grausier Boswell come to town
drivin' his old flea-bit gray that
hadn't moved out'n a walk in more'n
twelve years. But when Bill's snort
in' sulky hove in sight, the old hoss
sot -flat in the middle of the road for
to take a good look at it. He didn't
wait to say what he seed; he raised
his head an' tail an' got away from
thar like he was trainin' for a fake
race in New Orleans. Gransir Bos
well had sense enough to roll out
whar he cud hit in a mud-hole, but
the old gray never dicT stop ontell
he run spang through the barn door
at home, which was some miles
away. Our home editor had a piece
about it the next week, an' said
that a hame-string and a hoss-collar
had been found in the next county,
but the body and frame of the bug
gy, relics of a bygone time, had tee
totally disappeared. An' he wound
up by sayin' that in these times it
behove ever'body for to have the'r
hosses and mules broken to civiliza
tion an' circus waggins.
Bill had smooth sailin for awhile,
an' his machine was the wonder of
the hour. Why, when he squoze the
hot-water bag that blows his horn
it sounded for all the world like he
had a Florridy bull-year lin' tied to
the runnin'-gear. Folks had been
standin' out on the streets watchin'
the antics of this machine, but when
they heern this fuss, they scooted an'
run to cover like rabbits when they
hear a dog bark. The wimmen
watched Bill through the blinds, an'
the children peeped at him from be
hind the corners of the houses. His
kerosene buggy .was better than
forty policemen for keepin' the
streets clear of loafers an' runnin'
the cows an' hogs off 'n the public
square.
The Country Editor.
He is the hardest worked of men,
A busy chap is he;
He wields the hatchet or the pen,
With great facility.
He chronicles that "Bessie Brown
was mciiucu iu n uiiaui vxwuc,
Then to the woodpile hustles down
And splits a lot of wood.
He writes two columns of advice
To cure the people's ills,
Then dons his apron in a trice
And prints a hundred bills.
And if some callers then there are,
His inky hands he'll wash,
And trade a year's subscription for
A "pumpkin" or a squash.
He states "Hi Higgins is in town
Upon a load of rye"
And takes the upper cases down
And fixes up the "pi."
And when the "pi" is straightened
out,
The furniture he dusts
Then sets a stick or two about
The tariff and the trusts.
His paper cheers us every week
It does whate'er it can
To keep the slush off Freedom's peak
And save the rights of men.
So come, ye freemen of this land,
And let's be thankful for
This bulwark of the nation,
The country editor.
Toronto (Ont.) World.
A Vision of Heaven.
Very beautifully, does Anna Ship-
ton tell us of her vision of heaven,
how one night as she lay down, weary
in her work, and longed that she
might wake in heaven, she fell asleep
and dreamed that she was sailing into
the harbor of heaven through a sea of
glass, and muriad forms of loved
ones were standing on the shore to
welcome her. But looking round.
she noticed that the waters were
filled with drowning men and women
and children, and they were reaching
out their hands with despairing cries
for her to save them. Immediately
she lifted up her face to the beauti
ful city and said: "Father, not yet
do I ask Thee to take me to that
blessed heaven, but rather to send
me back to save those lost ones."
And then it seemed to her that the
very chords of her heart were loos
ened and became cables as she swam
through the sea, and the drowning
ones clung to her very heart strings
as she painfully drew them home,
and the very waters were stained
crimson from her own heart with the
agony of her love.
Somewhat Late.
"Failures."
And then there are men who have
stood for great causes and seemed to
fail; men who have fought for the
unseen ideal, for the invisible reality,
and have died without seeing the is
sues of their labor, and over whom
the world called "failure." Abram
leaving Ur or the Chaldees to found
a nation whose issue he never saw;
Moses, burying himself in the desert
with the people of God, and then
from Nebo's top looking vainly out
across the land he had hoped to at
tain; Paul, surrendering his neck to
the headsman's ax on the Appian
Way outside of Rome, with just a few
Christians gathered in the great cities
of all the church he had hoped to
found; Savonarola, burning to death
in the public square of Florence,
while Florence had not yet obtained
her liberties; Mazzini, dying an exile
in the tenements of London; Jesus
Christ, even, crucified on Calvary, be
tween two thieves, while His ene
mies said: "Failed at last:' He
saved others, Himself He cannot
save." What a magnificent failure
Is this that dares to fight for the un
seen truth, and then with hands all
empty of what the world would call
result, go up before the throne and
say: "By the charred ashes of my
earthly body, by my life spent in
bumble service, thou knowest all
things; thou knowest that I love
thee." Harry E. Forsdick.
Train No. 2 from Fayetteyille,
over the Raleigh & Southport road,
due at 6 p. m Wednesday after
noon, did not arrive here until after
1 a. m. that night. It was either
seven hours late or seventeen hours
ahead of time.
A new fireman, a broken engine,
bad coal, and other things contrib
uted to the delay. Trains on that
road run on fairly good time gen
erally, i
Pastor Aked recently brought
over , from England to New York,
says the story of Jonah is a fiction.
Then the nature faker has no mod
ern creation. Philadelphia Ledger.
There is forgiveness with God, that
he may be feared. Fear in the Bible
Is not terror. He whose sins are for
given is not afraid of God, and has
no reason to be. Perfect' love cast
eth out such fear. Christian, fear Js
reverence and consecration. David
prayed, "Stablish thy word unto thy
servant who is devoted to thy fear."
With him the word meant service or
obedience. The forgiveness of sins
should be the beginning of a life de
voted to the service of God. It will
be so with those who appreciate his
mercy. They will make known his
goodness, that others may unite with
them in praising his name. Ser
mons for Silent Sabbaths. V