The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1911-06-09

Old Bill Gray, who was running
against Peter Grant for Mayor of Ru.
raldene, had challenged Uncle Peter
to a joint debate. and l was making
ready. Early Monday morning I had
satisfactory interview with the Bub-
BILE blower, who had come ON from
New York to take charge of our new
auto for this particular occasion.
All day long the preparations for
the joint debate went forward with
enthusiasm, and everything movable
in the community threatened to be in
the public square when the gong
sounded
It was cinch that the Candidate
who got stage fright, or failed to show
up at the joint debate, would get all
his when the votes were counted.
The meeting was scheduled for
O'Clock and by 1920 the Square was
packed with partisans Of both sides.
Promptly at 7:15 l sent our auto
with the Imported chauffeur painting
up to Uncle Williams villa, having
first assured myself that Bunch was
busy at the Square. 1 was Uncle
Peters manager, and Bunch Jefferson
was second for Bill Gray.
Mr.. Jefferson sent me after you"
my agent told Uncle William.
But where's our own conveyance?"
the old gentleman inquired, suspi-
ciously.
Mr.. Jefferson has gone to get the
referee and didn't want you to be
late,' the opposition candidate was
told as per arrangement
"Oh; all right" said Uncle William,
clim bling into the auto, and with this
the driver headed for the river road
and was off like scared rabbit.
stop! stop: where are you going?"
yelled Uncle William as they shot out
Of town.
"Mr Jefferson said to give you some
fresh air SOS you could handle your
mitts livelier when the fight started"
the Bubble tender yelled back, so he
let out few more links and burned
over the bridges
"Mr. Jefferson is jackass!" shout
ed Uncle William. 1--WE been doing
nothing all day but getting fresh air.
Take me to the public square at once,
sir! l never rode at this speed in all
my life-stop it! stop it!''
Cant do it," said the brave
stranger. There's something wrong
with the brake valve-hold fast!
here's hill"
Down they went and up the other
side and on and on for miles. Uncle
William yelling for the cops and the
Bubble blower bent double over the
steering gear.
Then all of a sudden the machine
stopped and nearly pitched Uncle
William overheard.
Now" squeaked the Opposition
Candidate; Il hope you're satisfied
that have fresh air enough. Get me
hack to town at once, sir"
Cant do It," moaned the splendid
chauffeur.
why not?" inquired the excited
Uncle William, looking at his watch.
The Bubbles bust!" groaned that
most interesting stranger.
Uncle William let yell out of him
that set the trees back from the road
way
I'm due at the public square at
eight o'clock" he fumed, dancing
around the machine.
And that's about eight miles from
here as the crow flies,' replied my
noble emissary. whereupon Uncle Will
liam sat down by the darkened road
side and began to bite the night air
In the meantime the platform in the
public square groaningly received the
committees, the bottle holders and the
referee
| sat next to the chair reserved for
Uncle Peter and began to wonder why
he didn't put in an appearance.
On the other side of the platform
Bunch was beginning to rubber ner-