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The Enterprise ise Star 1. ENTERPRISE, DICKINSON COUNTY, KANSAS, THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3, 1901, Nc Minneapolis After Electric Lights. Minneapolis is trying to get herself interested enough in electric lights to install a plant in that town. A company offers to furnish that city twelve are lights at $60 each per year and 1,000 incandescent lights at the rate of 35 cents per month to business houses and 25 conts for rosidences. You had better put in the lights, boys, even if you have to run a wire from Enterprise.

Warning to the Delphos Girls. "Young things" Delphos item in the Minneapolis Messenger: There are several young girls who run the streets of evenings, who had better check them in time or have trouble that will not down very soon. Already the tongue of gossip is doing these young things much damage. hard stories are being circulated, whether false or true. Do your duty, mothers, and save your daughter from disgrace.

Hurt by Stampeded Cattle. Jobe Hudson, well known as one of the early settlers and a cattleman and farmer, had a narrow escape Tuesday evening while cutting out some calves from a bunch of cattle at the stock yards. The herd was stampeded by an incoming train, and before Mr. Hudson could reach a place of safety he was run down, sustained a double fracture of one rib, had one of his legs badly bruised and sustained other injuries and Journal. Drowned While Crossing a Creek.

James Cloud, of New Lancaster was drowned yesterday afternoon in Elm creek, east of New Lancaster. He hauls cream to the creamery at Drexel and was drowned in crossing the creek, which was flooded by a a five inch rainfall Wednesday morning. Mrs. Bowen and child, of New Lancaster, were with him in the wagon and they fortunately es-' caped. Mr.

Cloud was about 80 years old and came to the county five years ago from Minneapolis, Kansas. He is survived by his wife. He is survived by his Paola. Plowing by Steam. Milan Riddle, who lives about six and a half miles southwest of the city, conceived the idea of making steam do the work of horses in plowing.

No sooner thought of than done. He attached four gang plows, to a traction engine. After getting everything ready he started out across the field with his eight plows turning over twelve foot of ground. The experiment worked to perfection and Mr. Riddel will do his plowing that way turning twentyfive acres a day.

Mr. Riddel estimates that "plowing done in this manner can be done for fifty cents per Freeman. IT WON'T WORK. It is reported that there will be only one opposition ticket in this county to the Republican ticketthe Democratic ticket. It is expected that the Populists will join the movement in behalf of the Democratic ticket.

We can see no reason why the Populists should not put a ticket in the field, fight for it and elect it. Not to do is eqivalent to an effort to disorganize the party in the interest of Democracy. It will not win. Democracy can not grow by any such methods. Populists will not consent to be thus dumped into an organization not of their own choosing.

It is the duty of the proper committee to call a convention and let that convention settle the matter for the people there- represented. A Bashful Young Man. One of the most laughable things which has occurred in our city in many a day happened at the home of a certain young lady recently, The father of this young lady of about seventeen summers told us the funny story in which the members of his family and a certain bashful young man from a nearby town were the principal characters. 3 The bashful young man called on the young lady to spend the evening and when he got ready to leave he realized that the night was an intensely dark one; he was not very well acquainted with the surroundings and the "lay of the land." and it did not take much urging on the part of the girl's father to induce the bashful young man to remain at the house till morning. The balance of the story can be better related in the fathers own words: He is a very bashful young man and next morning when he was invited to a seat at the breakfast table he very reluctantly accepted the invitation.

lie was very nervous and agitated. Ito sat opposite a miror and discovered he had forgotten to comb his hair. Then he dropped his. fork on the floor and as he stooped to pick it up he upset his coffee. Matters wont from bad to worse until finally in despair the young man quit eating and put his hand under the table.

The loose end of the table cloth was lying in his lap and when he touched it he turned pale. He thought, in his nervous excitement, while dressing he had forgotten to complete his toilet. That accounted for the smiles and stares of the family and his embarrassment. There was no time to loose. Ile hurriedly stuffed the supposed shirt where it belonged.

A few minutes later when he arose (from the table, there was a crash. The dishes lay in a broken mass on the floor. The young man found the table cloth fast to his clothes, and fled. Ile is yet 110 doubt in the sand hills between St. John and Stafford and I desire to say on behalf of myself as well as my daughter that hereafter no nervous young man need John News.

Home First. The Woodmen have furnished their Hall in a very appropriate manner. We have been informed that an Abilene dealer supplied the furnishings. Why this? Could not the same be purchased at home? Are prices at home too high? Do our home merchants lack capacity? We notice that some, living within the trade area of Enterprise, go elsewhere to trade. Why is this? It should not be.

It need not be. If this is so to any appreciable extent the fault lies at home. The public is sensitive, in the matter of saving in purchases. They will take their produce to the market where they can get the most for it. They will make their purchases in the market where they think they can get the most for their money.

They watch their county papers for the "catchy" ads. They are after bargains, as well as for an extra cent per bushel for their grain, and distance, or the growth and development of their home town is no bar to them. The progressive merchant knows this and he hustles for trade. He talks to his friends and neighbors about his goods; tell them what he has to sell; how cheap he can sell to them; tells them about the quality of his goods, and as a test of his sincerity, he invites them to come and see if he is not able to do by them in every particular just as well as the merchants of some other town can do. He knows that trade channels change; that quality, price and courtious treatment are the agencies that cut new trade channels, or change the old.

Acquaintance cuts no figure in the matter of trade and neither does the time one is in business. Byobserving these three requisites -quality, price and courteous treatmenta new man may vault to the front in trade in an increditable short space of time. We live in an age of electricity; rush, energy and push are at a premium. A town grows just in proportion as its business men have and exercise these qualities. Merchants must have patronage.

If they can not get it at home, they they must go beyond their home limits to get it, or cease to be merchants. So, too, with newspapers. They must have patronage or pass to the beyond. If they cant get it (from home merchants they must make terms with the live, guideawake, hustling merchants of mime othe town who see in them advantages, as advertising mediums, their own papers do not so fully possess, and this the wide awake publisher can generally do. He has an advantage in this respect over the merchant.

The STAR desires to see Enterprise grow. It is going to grow it elf, and of this there can be no doubt. It desires to see our merchants get and hold all the trade from the territory naturally belonging to it. I desires to see this territory enlarged. The STAR desires to aid in this work, and to do so, it ought to be able to represent fully the business life of Enterprise.

Tuteresting Incidents of Tudian Indian War. Cemetry War, taken from the Old Settlers Historical Record. Not far from the geographical center of the United States prehistoric nature cast up a mound of earth that ensuing ages have roundedand fashioned into a hill, Its steep sides are carpeted with green, tinged here and there with brown, testifying to the near approach of winter, while the ever presnt golden rod blazons forth the same prophecy in its yellow letters of glowing beauty. It is a quiet afternoon. The drowsy hum of insects mingles with the occasional whist of the prairie chicken as a flock wings its flight toward the river.

Wild turkeys are numerous. Some deer are calmly drinking near by; in the distance a number of antelope are peacefully grazing. But look! On the very summit of the hill stand two tall, straight, muscular men, gazing into the distance. To the north, to the south, hills and valleys, with no sign of life, meets their vision. Their keen eyes follow the winding course of the Smoky Hill river, outlined by its fringe of trees, for miles toward the setting sun.

The elder of the two, for some time, has been regarding a spot where the blue of the sky is dimmed. It seems to be a thin cloud -no, it is dust. It grows thicker. Now a dark speck appears on the horizon. It grows larger, nearer still and a herd of buftalo is They slacken their pace, then stop.

With a satisfied peculiar to people, the watcher turns away, followed by his companion. They descend splendor. The Indian camp had been astir some hours and the braves were already prepared to start on the first great hunt of the season. True, the old warrior had given his suspicions that a war party was near, but they did not expect to meet for hours, perhaps for days. They ascended the hill to reconnoiter.

What are those moving objects not ten miles away? It is the enemy. They wait, and hide as much as possible. Nearer come the foe! They are wearing their hideous war paint, feathers, and many bright trinkets obtained in trading with the white man. Some have bow and arrow, some have muskets, while almost all have the dreaded tomahawk and scalping knife. It is evident they know of the presence of their opponents, but their war-dance has roused them to such a pitch of savage fury that they hesitate for nothing.

The two bands meet! not in well organized ranks as soldiers, but singly or in groups when or where they can find each other! Hour after hour; the conflict wages, for they are well matched in strength. Many fall on both sides. Scalps are taken with the quiet malicious joy of the savage. The war whoop is heard again and again amid the cruel work that history relates concerning the American Indian. As night approaches, the "tame Indians" find themselves victorious though it has been a victory dearly bought.

They bury their dead on the hill and in a little valley at its side and start eastward with their reeking trophies. The seasons roll onward, and in a few years, the oncoming march of the settler has driven the bronze-hued natives farther westward. Now whole tribes camp here for weeks, together. The squaws visit the scene of the well remembered battle and wail over the graves of the slain. Wail on, bereft ones, for a brief season! The present is thine.

Less than a quarter of a century hence, and these wilds shall hear thy cry 110 more. Yet thy anguish but foreshadows the grief of wives and mothers, who, with pale, tear-stained faces, shall mourn over dear ones lying in the very spot where molders the forms that thou hast loved. No marble marks the resting place of thy dear ones, yet the close of the century shall find many a granite shaft bearing witness, that the white race who cause thee to become little more than a memory in a land that was once thine alone, are but mortal. Yea, thou art more fortunate than they; tor this hill shall be called by the name of thy race. This soil shall be sacred ground to them.

They shall bury their dead here and call it Indian Hill Cemetery. c. C. Governor Stanley. The Old Settlers and all the rest of the folks will be pleased to learn that Governor Stanley has agreed to address them on reunion day.

The Governor appreciates the significance and importance of meetings of this kind and puts himself to much personal inconvenience to be with us on Oct. 10th, having to ride all night to reach us. Let us give him a warm, generous reception. Remember the Old Settlers Reunion, Thursday. JUDY'S PULL By EVALENA RASBURY.

(Copyright, 1901, by Authors Syndicate.) LTERE Lis, said Judy, seating herself on the edge of the veranda, and thrusting her bare feet into the cool depths of my fern bed. She fanned herself vigorously with her "slat" sunbonnet. "Here I is at las', an' I sho' is glad to get outen dat 'niquitous hole uv a jail an' back to dese here cotton fiel's. How I come dar? Now, Miss Sallie, I suttenly is glad yo' 'pounded dat question, an I'll 'splain to yo', Las' Sunday wus de fourf Sunday an' a big day at St. John's chapel, an' I fixed up went chu'ch 'long wid Liza an' Manuel.

'De chu'ch full an' de yard was full, de sight muster been 'spirin' to del elder, fer he wus er preachin' at de top uv of his voice an' de sinners was a-flockin' to de like skeered sheep. I got ter runibatin' on de good in pas', on good in de presen' an' good in future, de de an' my heart was full uv love, but I wusn't sayin' a word, wus a rockin' myself an' mournin' lak, when dat yaller no-nation Cindy leant over de seat an' whispered: "'Why doan yo' go up an' he'p de mourners through? Yo' most engenerally makes it your business to do 60. Maybe yo' is yet er grievin' bekase your gal, Pearl, beat yo' outen mahin' de preacher las' "Well sir, Miss Sallie, I's nigh 60 years old (I'd a-knowed 'zactly how old I is if my age hadn't er got burnt up in your ma's fine house endurin' de wah) an' I'se been a public prayer 'YO' JES' ORTER HEARD DEM SINNERS." fer nigh 20 years, but at dem words uv Cindy's de love flew outen by heart as straight as er sparrer-hawk, an' de hate flew in as quick as lightnin' an' I whispered back: "'Yo' squeanch-eyes fice, ef yo' think I'm a keerin' 'bout Pearl mahin' dat ole slough-footed nigger yo's wrong, dat's all; an' I doan wan' to hear no more 'bout it frum yo' ner no 'oman what cain't git de chance to 'gage in matermony wonst to my four times. Whut is your 'pinion wuf on de subjec', an' whut good has et done you to hang 'roun' Jere fer er long "Dat hurt her bad, an' she 'eluded to try a little more smartness on me. 'Why doan yo' pray fer er an' she punched dat slabsided Narciss in de ribs an' dey bof laugh an' laugh bekase dey doan believe in prayer ner nothin', being de blackes' kin' uv sinners.

My blood fairly riz an' biled an' I said: "'Yo' can say ennything yo' wan' to to me, but doan meddle wid de Lord's works in de Lord's house er I'll throw yo' outen it an' a little "I doan objec' agin your tryin' said she, runnin' her han' deep in her pocket. I well knowed she was a-fingerin' her hardware, but I wusn't -afeered uv her if I am gettin' on in years, so I up an' druve my fist in her mouf. She yelled an' spit out lot uv blood an' a tooth as she made at me wid er open razor In her han'. De closest brudders grabbed her an' tried to wrench de razor outen her han', but sho' as yo' live she fit like er tiger. Dey had ter knock her down like er beef, an' four men set on her while some outsiders runned fer de deputy what lives across an' down de road.

he got his close on -doan know what he sleep in de daytime fer- he comed over an' jes' bekase he was de law uv de lan' he 'rested eight fer 'sturbin' public worship. An' de shame uv de 'fair was, Miss Sallie, dat he 'rested meme, de ler uv de chu'ch! I went on to 'spostulate wid dat sinful man in er reasonable way. I tol' him how I went 'round wider perseription an' got up more de money what built dat air berry chu'ch. Den dat sassy man jes' say: an' yo' been de 'casion uv mo' 'sturbances dan de whole flock tuek "Yo' jes' orter heard dem sinners an' back-slidin' Christians laugh at dat. 1 got madder dan ever den.

I couldn't 'member I wus in de clutches uv de law, but I said: is a lie out, an' I ain't tol' "De deputy shooked a pair han'cuffs at me an' I hushed didn't want 'em on bekase I skeered Cindy might skunk up be me an' 'minister chastisementjes' ain' no tellin' 'bout what Hai holler folks gwine er do, dey is oncertain. Monday arter dinner wus took trial 'fore Square Read, an' foun' 'bout a dozen dif charges lodged ag'in us. I Kno I hadn't done nuthin' yo' an' John couldn't get me outen, wusn't bothered, but dat gal wus ash-colored wid feardness. er an' her, her beau, was er standin' on de side uv de er takin' up his time wid Nar an' dey bof looked mighty plet wid de turn 'fairs had tuck. "Not rej'ice? Didn't she re over Pearl me preacher? de beatin', outen, eye fer er eye'? Yo' aint er gwine ter 'spute de 1: chile.

What dat, 'er toof fer er tr Well, dat gal nebber will 'mer gittin' one uv my ole snags--boo no book. so dart "Mars' Hal Read he called de to order, an' I wush you'd a hear tale dat deputy tol'. All de folks W119 a holdin' dey bref 'mazement an' 'gratulatin' him in min's on gittin' out wid his life, 1 less wid eight pris'ners. I looke an' cotched de deputy's eye whit room wus still as deaf an' den I a mighty groan, an' all de folks busted out laughin'. Mars Read he laughed er little, too, de frowned an' hollered for silenc de coht.

While dey wus er dat skeered Cindy to de stan' John 'marked ter me: Judy, yo have yerself, er I'll let yer git dis trouble de bes' way you car hear "'Yo' know Miss Sallie better let her ole mammy go to de nuther to de I said, 'yo' skeer me, Marse "Den Cindy she sailed in to tt coht how I hit her on a sudden behin' an' knocked all her teef her haid, an' chocked her an' her, an' called her outen her I wus jes' er risin' to 'spute p'ints wid her when Marse Jol souses me down in de cheer so I los' my bref an' didn't git to when my time comed to tester de light an' de truf, I sho' got at dat 'oman. I owned up to Cindy, an' 'spressed a willin'ne do lakwise to her er enny 'oman at enny time er place as 1 poke fun at er Lord what hilt a uv fire all night in his han' to li; de 'Gipshioned chillun to bed I 'spounded de Scriptures to de; Mars Hal Read he said: 'Fine ye to answerin' questions axed: yo doan fergit de spect due de col de "An' I say: 'Whut yo' mean, an he say: means wh an' I say: 'Who'se dismen to 'spect yoh ole "At dat dey all laughs, even John smile er little, an' den he like er gran' lord to de coht, as. Hal calls hisself, an' said as 1 didn't hab no mo' sense dan 'lowed, an' dat I meant no harn he's knowed me all his life an' wusn't nothin' wusser dan er '11 fernatic, dat I'd been a faithful ent in gre't things an' small t' an' dat my hair wus silvered obe de snows uv sixty-odd winter broke in on Mars John dar, Miss fer I could see he was stretch truf a long way to save me, but afeered yo'd be mad wid bof 'bout it so I said: "'Mars John, yo' know de nebber had nuthin' to do wid ti my ha'r white, Miss Sallie nebb me be 'sposed to de col'; it trubble I had wid dem four husban's uv mine. As fer know all your life, don't de coht know Don't I know Mars Hal 'member arter de wah when times wus ha grub wus sea'ce an' yo' chillun hab jam only on Sundays, de comed ober to weuns house an' 1. yo' to steal de berries I wus fix cook up inter jelly? I'd a lar yo' good, but yo' didn't hab on bi guarment, an' I hated to, so bumped your haids togedder, bumped 'em good an' hard, too." "Mars Hal kep' gittin' redde redder, but it didn't keep me tellin' bof 11V 'em I knowed de.

growed up an' mah'd, an' had chilluns uv dey own. 'Twus same to me if dey wus er gittir an' one er square an' tother a yer, I wusn't er gwine ter let 'en. doze me, an' wid dat Mars John me down in de chear ag'in, an' de beat on de table an' dismisted pris'ners but me an' Cindy. De el kep' up such a hoorawin' I co. hear what dey done to pore but I seed Mars John pay out te: lars an' six bits for me, but he n't keep 'em from puttin' me three days.

I donn special ker dat now as de trusty war a very able widder man. His time'll soon an' I spec' he'll wanter wot Mars John. I toe' him yo' al: good white folks. Dar's dat bi mus' go an' dish up de dinner. yo's obleeged to be satisfied done nothin' now." the eastern slope of the hill and hasten to a creek, where, as the evening shadows gather, they are joined by several hundred of their friends.

Yes; they are Indians; and, though they have mingled with their pale faced brethren in the distant east and have become humanized to such an extent that they are trusted by the government to roam at will over the prairie, they yet rejoice at the prospect of war with their wilder brethren of the plains. Were it characteristic of the red man to be more communicative. the "Ugh!" heard 011 the hill top would have been translated thus: There is a large herd of buffalo to the west. Evidently they have been disturbed by hunters and have sought another pasturing ground. Those hunters can be 110 other than some of the "wild Indians," possibly the Dakotas.

Our party may meet them tomorrow as we go out to kill venison. If we do, I shall go back to my wigwam with many scalps and the squaws will sing songs of triumph as they come to meet us. Alas! thou vain boaster! Knowest thou not that the future is ever shrouded in the veil of the unknown? The sunset of another day may find thee in the Happy Hunting ground. The morning dawned clear and bright giving promise of a warm sultry day such as Kansas often sends before the early frosts tipped the leaves with regal!.