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"Oh, they can dope a horse with
drug until he looks slick as butter."
observed ltoss lightly, "but they
can't dope au automobile."
"Well, I suppose that's so," mur
mured the friend and little knew.
Mrs. Ross looked grave as the old
barn was turned into a garage and
the auto ran into it. She deplored the
investment of even $400. Still, she
could not help but become infected
with the hilarious enthusiasm of her
They made a brief practice tryout
of the machine and it ran very well.
Ross, however, was saving himself
for an event two days ahead. The
Ross family and the Riggs folks and"
two other neighbors had been joint
ly invited to a function at Clear Lake,
a summer resort, 25 miles distant.
For this occasion Ross had reserved
all his ambition. He waited until tfie
Riggs and the others had got started
in their various machines. Then Ross
proudly, confidently wheeled into the
road and speeded up.
Mrs. Ross was half frightened at
the flying progress, but duly excited
and smiled quite joyously. After all,
there was something refreshing in
passing two or three neighbors with
a superiority of speed that must have
Edgar Ross laughed uproariously.
They had overtaken the Riggs car.
They had glided by it like a meteor.
Looking back, Mrs. Ross saw. their
social rivals fairly engulfed in clouds
and clouds of dust.
"Some class!" chuckled Ross, as
they flew along. "I certainly picked
a rare plum when I grabbed this easy
"We are nearly an hour early," re
marked Mrs. Kbss, as they came
within sight of the lights of the club
house at Clear Lake.
"And those other fellows will be
over an hour late, if they creep at
the T?ace they started," chirped Ross.
Enjoying this?" j
"It's very inspiring, but in a breath-
less sort of way," responded Mrs.
"We've got lots of time to spare.'
We'll pass the club house and strike'
the paved boulevard leading to the'
city. A ten mile spin over that
smooth road will bring out the reali
merits of this elegant machine."
It did. There was no discounting
the speeding qualities of the automo
bile. It seemed to be possessed with '
the speed demon of a professional '
"Over a mile a minute, see that!"
exultantly announced Ross, as they
turned around finally to return to the "
"Why, what is the matter now,
Edgar?" inquired Mrs. Ross, as the
machine, which had hitherto behav
ed superbly, began to back, slow
down and pound.
He got out and looked over the
carburetor, radiator and vibrator. He
managed to make the machine cover
about a mile at a snail's pace until
they reached a roadside garage sta
tion. The mechanic came out at the
signaling horn toot
"Something the matter," volun-;
teered Ross and the man looked over
"Out of juice, that's all," he ob
"Fill her up," ordered Ross and got
out while the man removed the seat
cushion and uncapped the gasoline
"Phew!" he ejaculated in a stran
gling tone, "get a whiff of that."
Ross applied his face close to the
orifice. He drew back, coughing
"Chloroform!" he suggested in a '
"No, ether," corrected the me-'
chanic. "What did you put that stuff '
in for, anyway?"
"I didn't. I just bought the ma
"H'm" muttered the man artisan
thoughtfully and with a quiet smile.
"I see. Doped to selL"