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VOL. IV.
RALEIGH, N. C, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 21, 1907.
NO. 30
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LETTER FROM BILK1NS.
Great Excitement In Bilkinsville-
Trying to Hold a Prohibition Elec
tion on Christmas Day and Get
Ahead of Raleigh- About Two
Philanthropists and What They
Are Doing.
Correspondence of The Enterprise,
Bilkinsville, N. C, Nov. 20th.
We hev grate exsltemlnt in
Bilkinsville now. We air tryin' ter
call a prohlblshun eleckshun here ter
be helt on Christmas day. We air
a heap younger az a town than Ral
eigh an' we wanter go on reckord az
bein' able ter find out that licker iz
a grate evil without waitin' till we
air two or three hundred years old
like Raleigh hez done. If sum fel
ler hadn't cum er long an' a-tole
Raleigh that she had better git on
the water wagon I don't reckon
much would hev bin sed erbout hit
fer two hundred years yet.
One ov my nabors wuz at my
house last nite an' we wuz talkin'
erbout hit an' he 'lowed that we
orter wait till we git sum new
graded school buildins, gude streets
an' gude roads like Raleigh did ou,t
ov the business before we cut hit
out. But I tole him that I thought
the best way ter fite evil wuz ter
begin before the evil got so large
an' strong. When Bilkinsville gits
ter be a large town with sixty-three
VUUUlUalctj lei jjci iiauicu aix iuid ut
Aldermen we may wake up sum
mornin' an' find that the game iz
blocked.
We orter deal the licker evil a
sollar complected blow rite now be
fore we hev a dispensary that mite
do a business ov several hundred
thousands ov dollars a year' an' then
we'd hev ter drag the reformers er
way from hit by main strength an
threats ov death az they hev ter do
in Raleigh accordin' ter the latest
news frum thar. I see that one ov
the millitary companies in Raleigh
hez resigned, or quit, or sumpthin'.
I recon that company seed blood on
the.moon an' got nervous thinkin' hit
mite be called out on the 26th ov
December ter suppress the fellers in
Raleigh that think the dispensary
orter be run on fer the purpose ov
permotin' temperance an' buildin'
gude roads an' school houses, an
fer other an' sundry gude purposes
when revenew iz needed.
The gude peeple who built the
dispensary thought they -hed done
a grate work. They managed ter
git the sale ov licker out ov the
hands ov the wicked bar-keepers ter
sum extent. But they haint bin able
ter git a single brand ov licker that
wuzzent full ov fites, riots an' de
struckshun. Hit will make a man
gist az drunk az the mean, an' sin
ful licker that the bars sold, an' the
headaches the next mornin' air jist
az painful, if not more so. The
poor devil who climbs the dispen
sary steps does not cum out reelln'.
But he can go a few steps an take
the contents ov the bottle an' hev on
a three-day jag in five mlnlts by the
watch. .
We must be up an' a-doin' in Bil
kinsville. The harvest iz ripe an'
we must , call the eleckshun an' vote
the dispensary out before hit gits
here. An ounce ov prevenshun iz
wurth ten pounds ov cure in a case
ov this sort. The Bilkinsville , di
spensary that hez not yit cum and
that iz not cumin', must go.
I see that my ole friends, John D.
Rockefeller an' J. P. Morgan air
tryin' ter save the country, financi
ally. They are grate. I don't
know whut we would do if hit wuz
not fer the grate philanhrypists, I
beleeve they call 'em. I am goin'
ter becum a phillanthrypist myself
an' write a letter ter the publick
tellin' them ter draw on the bank
ov Bilkinsville if they git hard up.
They iz plenty ov money if we kin
jist git holt ov hit.
' Az ever,
ZEKE BILKINS.
One ojf His Little Ones A Native
and a Missionary Doctor.
I won't go! I don't want to go!"
Such was the wail of a little Chinese
boy while his mother was getting
him ready to go see the doctor.
Little Jewel had been ailing for
some time, and it was thought that
a demon or evil spirit must have
got inside his little body, and so
caused his illness. His mother had
already taken him to one Chinese
doctor; now she was going to anoth
er, who was supposed to be very
clever. - .. .;.;v-.
The home was a poor one; just
one room, with a clay floor, paper
windows, and a door that would
blow open with each gust of wind.
until a big stone was brought to
keep it closed.
The day was bitterly cold, and the
little boy crouched on his brick bed.
The bed was like a small platform,
filling up nearly half of the floor of
the little room. On the front side
of this little platform there was a
fireplace, with flues running under
the brick work to an opening in the
outside wall; so when the fire was
lighted, the bricks became nice and
warm, and with a straw mat spread
over them and then a wadded quilt
tucked well underneath and owr,
it was rather cozy.
Little Jewel had to be dressed, so
his mother first took a small towel,
wrung it out of hot water, and after
vigorously wiping his face and hands,
left them to dry gradually. Then his
hair was dressed. Now you know a
Chinaman has just one nice, long
pigtail down his back; but Jewel,
like all small boys, and girls in Pe
king, had two pigtails, made out of
two tufts of hair that were left grow
ing, one on each side of his head; all
the rest of his little head was shaven
quite clean and bare. These little
tufts were brushed and oiled and
lightly plaited, then tied with a
bright red cord, which helped them
to stand out nice and straight, and
to look very smart. Then his clothes
were put on in layers; first the shab
by ones, one after another, and last
of all, the gayest and best, until
poor little Jewel had all his ward
robe on his back!
The mother took one or two whiffs
from a long tobacco pipe, drank some
'tea, took a fresh stick of incense,
lighted it and placed it in the burn
er in front of the household gods,
with a muttered prayer for good luck
on her expedition. No one had told
her of the good Lord Jesus!
Mrs. Shen had a long way to carry
her little boy through the blinding
dust and the crowded streets of Pe-
king, but she went bravely on till
she reached the doctor's house.
"Mother, mother, I don't want to
see the doctor!" wailed little Jewel.
"Don't cry, my little treasure. The
doctor is a good man; he will make
you better." But the mother's heart
was heavy as she spoke, for she
knew how much her darling had
suffered already at the hands of a
Chinese doctor.
While they were drinking tea and
chatting pleasantly with the ladies
of the house, a tall Chinaman, in
flowing silk robes, came in. He was
wearing a very large pair of spec
tacles with tortoise-shell rims, and
carried a well-worn book in his
hand. Jewel clung to his mother In
a despairing way, while the doctor
asked many strange questions about
open doors, evil spirits, unlucky days
and so on. Such strange questions!
Finally, he decided that evil spirit
which was making Jewel ill must be
frightened away. So, while Mrs.
Shen undressed her little boy, the
doctor found a dirty-looking needle,
about eight inches in length, in one
of his drawers. This he passed
through his hair in order to oil it,
and then rapidly plunged it into sev
eral parts of Jewel's little quivering
and agonized body, while his moth
er tried to hold him and hush his
piercing screams.
The poor mother carried her little
burden home and tucked him up in
his little waded quilt, on the bed,
where he lay for days almost as if
he were dead.
Some suffer terribly, after this
kind of treatment, with poisoned
wounds, and some die, but Jewel
rallied.
One day a friend came in and told
Mrs. Shen about the missionaries
who had come to live in that neigh
bohood, and how one, a lady, was
busy all day attending to sick wo
men and children, and how she had
iniirAd miitA a number of DeoDle.
"I am afraid to go there," said
Mrs. Shen, "for I have heard that
those foreigners do such dreadful
things. Why, I am told that they
even take out the eyes of young
children to make medicine!"
"I am sure that isn't true, elder
sister, for I have been there myself,
and they all seem so kind. Be
sides, you need not let Jewel get out
of your sight, so you have nothing to
fear. The child is not getting well
in spite of all that has been done
for him by our Chinese doctors. 13
there anything else you can do?"
Poor mother! she knew no other
door of hope left open to her. Her
little boy was dying! She might yet
save him! Yes, she would risk it;
she would go to-morrow!
"Elder sister, I give you a curtsey.
I have brought .my little boy, and I
beseech you, out of the kindness of
your heart, to make him well."
I looked up from my dispensary
book, where I had been entering up
my last case, and saw a dear little
five-year-old boy, with very wide
awake eyes that had a terrified look
in them. He was in his mother's
arms. They gray eyes, brown hair,
and curious dress of the lady mis
sionary startled him at first, and
when I approached him he screamed
in terror, "Don't pierce me! Don't
pierce me!" T showed him my empty
hands, and told him to hold them
fast and j ust listen while I talked to
his motheri Soon, unfortunately, I
had to suggest medicine, and at the
mention of the word Jewel walled
again. Poor darling! He had un
happy memories of horrible stuff
which he had had to take. So I
took a bottle of nice pink sweets out
of my cupboard and let him look at
them. Then he had one to taste. It
was delicious!
"Now, Jewel," I said, "I have here
a dose of medicine which I hope will
do you good. It is not a very large
dose, but it is rather nasty. If you
will open your mouth wide and
swallow it, I will give you another
sugar ball."
And the brave little fellow took
the medicine, and then, with a sugar
ball in his mouth and another in his
hand, he tried to say, "Thank you,"
very sweetly. Next day he came
again with his mother, and with a
beaming face, said: "The medicine
you gave me yesterday made me a
little better; to-day I should like a
little more medicine, please.'
But it was the bottle of sweets
Jewel was thinking about I imagine!
However; we became fast friends.
The Chinese child found his way in
to the English woman's arms, and
they were both happy together.
News from Africa.
Chatham Tobacco.
We are pleased to note that at the
recent State Fair all first premiums
for different kinds of tobacco were
won by Chatham County tobacco
growers. Mr. D. J. Williams, of
Williams township, won first prem
ium on lemon wrappers, mahogany
wrappers, shipping tobacco, bright
smokers and fillers. He was also
awarded a $15 premium for the best
display of bright flue-cured tobacco
and a $25 premium for the largest
yield of tobacco made on one acre
of land, all of these being first prem
iums.
Mr. W. H. Goodwin, of New Hope
Township, took the first premium on
tobacco cutters. The success of
Messrs. Williams and Goodwin
speaks well for the tobacco grown
In the Eastern section of our county,
and shows that our county has a seat
at the "head of the table" In the
quality of tobacco raised as well as
in a good many other things.
Chatham Record.
Major ItilkiiLs Remarks.
Col. Zeke Bllklns, the home-made
philosopher of the Raleigh Enter
prise, arises and makes these few
broken remarks: "I don't hear
much erbout our dear Governor now
adays. I wish the papers would keep
me posted. I can't never tell wheth
er he iz runnin' fer the Senate or fer
presldin elder ov this dlstrickt, an
that keeps me upsot more or less. I
don't wish him any harm, but I do
wish he'd settle down on what he
wants an then go after hit. The
times air too panicky ter keep people
stirred up an' on the ragged edge
awl the time az he does. In plain,
Terrible Crick English, I wanter see
him shoot or give up his gun."
Marshville Our Home.
Vice-President Fairbanks was in &
railroad wreck on the Baltimore and
Ohio yesterday. As yet, it has not
been accurately ascertained how
many persons ho saved. New York
Sun. .