SUPERIOR COPPER-MIXED TYPE.

up and off, running hard across Po.tr"onic
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the fields. "Well!" she said aloud, $,3.3o
"I'd like mother to see you now!"
The Doctor had jumped out of his gig
and let his little mare go galloping up
the road. He had his arm about Miss
Minetta's waist when he turned to face
his familiar demon--which may have
accounted for the pluck in his face.
But Zenobia was a hundred yards down
the road, and she was utterly incapa-
ble of getting any further. She trum-
peted once or twice, then she wavered
like a reed in the-wind; her legs weak-
ened under her, and she sank on her
side. Her red cap had slipped off, and
she picked it up with her trunk, broke
its band in a reckless swing that resem-
bled the wave of jovial farewell, gave
one titanic hiccup, and fell asleep by
the roadside. An hour later, Dr. Tib-
bitt was driving toward Pelion, with