Arizona republican., 1911-06-25
The GRAY PEOPLE"
BY John. Campbell Haywood.
Copyright, 1910. by the Pearson Pub
fishing Coz

! that sllhouetted their tall heads against
| the night pail OF the sky. No light shonC
but the reflected CLEAN OF the carriage
lamps. There was no sound, nc voice oil
the night in the village street, only the
rafting of the horse trappings. 1t was
long after midnight The footman opened
! the carriage door and Hartley repeated his
question in a low ton
I Yessir-Doctor Stout's, siri"
Ring quickly If the doctor is in ask
| him to light up, and then you come and
help me to get Mr.. Thorne in. He seems
TO be sleeping heavily"
1t was not many minutes before there
were lights in the lower rooms and the
sound of door opening. In the back
! ground OF light figure wrapped in a
| dressing-gown could be seen talking TO the
! footman.
Hartley meanwhile was trying TO
| awaken his companion. When the footman
reached the carriage he was half lifting.
| half dragging an apparently unconscious
! figure toward the little gate.
% He is still half asleep" he said to the
! foOtman, in a low tone.
| Between them they carried him up the
| pathway. The Doctors Office was by this
time folly lighted, and ii seemed TO them
! that the glare Of the electric lights brought
/ some helpful movement from the man
] they bore between them and placed in the
one deep-SeaJed chair IN the room,
Hartley was a stranger 10 DR.. Stout (;
in fact, he had only been in the village 4
few days as Tnorne guest, spending most
OF his time on the golf links. The doctor
and Thorne, however, were old friends,
and 1t was with a quick note of anxiety in
the formers voice that he asked:
What's the matter? What's the mat
ter? Has there been an accident"
None at all, Nonel-That | call an
accident He trippei and fell on the golf
links short time ago. He"
"On the golf links At this hour"
The doctor, without listening to Hartley's
reply, quickly uHdid the heavy overcoat
and head wrappings Of the now thoroughly
inert man. After holding his ear 10
Thorne's chest for moment ne said, with
keen look at Hartley:
Help me to lift him TO that sofa-at
oncel"
Hartley did as he was told and then sank
back in the doctor chair whilst the grave
eyed practitioner applied restoratives
Doctor Stout appeared each moment mere
anxious. Saturatlng a sponge with am
monia, so strong that Hartley felt the
effect OF the fumes, he held il for an instant
to his patients nostrils. There was =
sharp contraction, q convulsive movement
of the whole frame that caused the doctor
to rise from his stopping position. Thorne
sighed deeply. Feeling sure that con-
seriousness was returning, Hartley began 4
torrent of explanatory words.
"Not nowl Not nOw!' Doctor Stout
spoke brusquely, again bending over
Thorne. Then ne turned and SAID some
thing TO Hartley in a low tone. Hartley
sprang from his chair, answering almost
fercely:
at is not possiblc!"
at is a fact, the man is dead,' replied
the doctor, who went quickly to the tele-
phone.
The morning previous TO the events re-
lated broke cold and gray over the Downs.
The golf links. nine-hOle course OF WON
derful natural beauty, was blankcted IN 4
bank OF fog that had rolled UP from the
southeast during the night. What little
wind there was served now and again 10
lift the veil and TO reveal wisps OF mist
scurrying across the fair greens, forming
in their drift weird fantastic shapes.
From the Shelter, an artistic structure
WHICH SlOOu uifDl a lOthN hl4Oh ONNiipoh-
ing the first and home stretch OF the course,
the gray draperies of the fog seemed TO
hang more thickly about the copse SUR
rounding 1.-THE grave ya-d." The grave
ward" was the resting place oi many II lost
ball-the penalty Of Il sliced drive from the
seventh tee.
At ten O'Clock Hartley, the only occu-
pant of the Shelter, knocked out the ashes
from his pipe on the low stone coping and
peered gloomily into the fog. The first tee
was dimly visible.
He was an ardent golfer, and gathered
no new thoughts beyond gOlfing disabilities
from the mist. lie had no inspiration from
the drift ofvapor that hung over the links,
and saw nothing, in fact, that was not
tedious and irritating in the vagaries OF the
fog sprays as they cuTled and spirated over
the fair greens His mind was on golf. He
wanted to play and his partner, Thorne,
was not on time. He execrated the fog and
his recalcitrant partner, and then picking
up his bag decided 10 go TO the caddy
house. As he left the Shelter his eyes visit
fully turned to the first tee. There were
people there, who had come unnoticed by
him: people he had not heard or seen COM
ing up the slope, but through the mist their.
outline was now distinctly vlsible-a man
and woman.
by Jove," he said, "a Woman, and in
this weather; plucky, whoever they arel
A man might, but Il woman, tool-Phewl'
He STOOD a silent watcher, and saw,
although he could not hear what was said,
that they were apparently in dispute over
the honor, as both stood upon the square
of the tee.
Hartley drew closer, a few ieot only, and
as he did so, the woman-a figure in n long
gray cloak, stepped back from the tee, still
with her back 10 him. The mans form,
looming large in the fog went through the
motions of driving, full clean swing and
follow through apparently, but there was
no sound Then the woman quickly fol-
lowed with drive, sweet and clean for
distance, and the two, leaving the tee, were
swallowed in the bank of fog. Hartley
watched intently-he listened for voices.
but the silence was unbrcken except for
the stirring of the leaves in the grove about
the Shelter. He stood for some moments
with cold chill creeping over him, and
then went back, loath to leave the chance
of game, ii others had gone out.
"Must ask Thorne who she is, /" he NUT
tered to himself, refilling and lighting his
pipe. A girl in a gray cloak and a man
4 4