Arizona republican., 1911-06-26

of, however, and cannot be much over the brow of the hill"
 "A man and a woman!" Thorne looked incrcdulous. Who, on q day like this"
 Don't know, l tell you" Hartley broke in impatiently, but l saw them drive off. 4 man with grouch and woman in a gray dressi"
 "Grayw Thone strode excitedly nearer the speaker: Gray, did you say, and woman?"
 Certainly, a tall man and woman in gray They"
 Hartley was not allowed to finish.
 "The Gray Peoplel'" Thorne grasped the first hole; We can catch them about the gully in the second! Come! They are wraiths, man! Golfng spirits! Ghosts! Anything you like to call them, unreal and intangible, but part of the history of this course. l have wanted to see them for years-sought them time and again with out success! Come! Come!"
 Down the slope across the fair green to the second tee the golfers hurried, stu;n- bling and slipping upon the wet grass, Thorne, as they went, telling again that these they followed were spirits of a by gone age He grew almost incoherent ID his excitement and Hartley listened in- credulouS and composed.
 There was no sign If any players on the links The second, third and fourth greens were hastily searched. At times they hid in the dripping bushes and waitcd-ther hurried on again, ThoTne insistent, whilst Hartley grew rebcllious and weary.
 The sixth hole is carry from the drive bout one hundred and siXty-iivc yards, t'
 sunken green, pit about forty fec .luarc surrounded by shrubbery, eXccpi ipon the side facing the tee. Hartley an horne crossed the fair green to the elcy .Jn over the pit and saw that, althou the fog had perceptibly frightened OH a igher levels, it still hung thick a.Id nnp' etrable in the lower reaches.
 They cannot have passed hcrc," Hartley, "and I'll bet you they've c.' coursei This is wild ghost cii.-;c any for heading inl"
 Thorac's answer, q plea for sorlous"" was stayed by the sound oi vcic's ,o.. that seemed to come from bcncath thc S of vaDor lying almost at their feet.
 Ut Is the Gray People" La1w r he whispered hoarscly. Listen! C I.istcni"
 His excitement chOl.cd Jim until IL ley. mentally cool, laid his hand upon shoulder.
 It must be here" began Thorne a.,a'- that they"
 "Manl be still lookl" twas H:.dic. calmly pointing to the spindle that rOse C. 1f the gray carpet in the center Ci | green. It rose as though floating in 1. l. In .Iolcn;!v. As 1t swaycd there came s.ll. voices from the pit, voices tE2t brol. harply in the thick silence, and th: yelled as though in anger. 1he [ ..uiIicd the words, but there seemed hidcous meaning in the spindle t.; ,waycd above the sounds.
 As the men strained their eyes and C. to penetrate the veil, there came from l., heath it a cry horrible in it's intensity. mounted, and mounting filled al the al-. of the hollow above which they stooC. hung quivcring in the air above them an' then-it seemed hours to then-it grew fainter and fainter until 1t died m tn rusthng of leaves in the surrounding shrub bery. u
 What fools we arci" said Hartley, "to be scared by a---"
 Hush! Look there!
 Thorne looked into the pit. \ v2gran; breeze had swept the green clear ot log. There was nothing there but the spindle lying on the grass beside the hole-a spin dle bent and crumpled from misuse
 "You are hopclessly skeptical," said Thorne after dinner. With the curtains drawn in his cozy bachelor quarters a' Churley, the two men were resting after an arduous day. "Yo1 have seen more thar most men, yet you don't believe III the Gray People, As an investigator you lack faith with more than half the evidence before you. To me" he continued, "the opportunity this morning afforded seemed to be one for which have waited good many years, and am frankly disappointed at the outcome of our chase through the mist. have been wondering if 1t was your spirit antagonistic to the ones We sought that prevented our seeing more!
 That's right Blame it on mel" cx- claimed the other. "All that was to be seen I saw! A man and woman driving off into the mist It was you, you must remember who insisted upon our following these players. The result does not seem to me unusual. They probably found the dampness too much for them and harled back to the caddy house after playing the first holei"
 You still think they were real people? "
 "Why shouldn't F" Hartley was amused at the insistence of the other. "Real enoughl Odd perhaps-but not ghostsl" ', He laughed openly.
 For some minutes Thorne seemed to be weighing something in his mind. He was wondering whether he should more fully confde in his companion and brave his further ridicule.
 "You forget" he said at last, "the voices on the sixth green! You forget--'
 Nonsense" interrupted Hartley. "A fog exaggerates everything, even sound What we thought were voices were prob- ably stray birds-blue jays, perhaps-Ol animals quarreling under the misty veil They disappeared in very natural man. ner when the fog lifted and they saw Us, or, more likely, heard us above the row they made themselves. We must have made some noise breathing heavily and-''
 "Rut the spindlet You saw thati"