Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-10-27

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NSTALLMENT Nv.
EXAMINED the prints that Fabre had
found. They were undoubtedly those OF
whitney's kicking shoe, and exactly like the
marks we had seen on those evenings a Few
weeks earlier. / told Fabre all about our ex-
perience with the ghOstly ball, and he shook
his head Soberly.
st thought the bunch at your house was just
trying TO spread good story he said. But
this looks mighty queer to me-"
Several more players came up and saw the
tracks They asked me what I knew about
the mysterious happenings en- the field, and
now they were ready to listen seriously when
I described them. Those tracks were ex-
trennely convincing!
But when Coach Everett arrived he angriy
ordered US to get all ideas Of such rot" out
M. with q haunted team even If 1t was haunted
by q ghost as able as that Of Stan Whitney,
That night I watched for the mysterious
white bau again but did not see 1t. The season
was almost ended, and it looked as though
the mystery Of Whitney Field would not be
solved although the story, now foStered by
members Of the foot ball squad, had begun to
circulate again, and We'd with the approach
ing game a topic for discussion.
On Friday night before the big game my
-, 4gAI< afx
but could not sleep, and about midnight
got up. Then I decided to have another look
for the ghost, and quietly let myself into
Denny JoneE room, being careful not to disturb
him
I had hardly reached the window when I
middle Of the field, soaring over the bar, drop
ping downward and then disappearing HaSti-
ly I returned to my room and put on some
clothes. In spite Of my cold, in spite Of the
light drizzle falling outside, determined
to have one more try at that ghost.
must confess that my heart beat with I'M
usual rapidity as stealthily left the house
and approached the field. It was absolutely
black there. 30 that could not even make out
the goal posts as neared the playing field
itself. I could tell when was on the turf,
however, and just as felt it under my feet I
saw the glowing ball rise and start on its arc
straight toward me.
would catch it, I dashed forward almost
able TO see its end-over-end twisting as it
reached the peak Of its arc and dropped. Run
ming at fun speed, was just getting under 1t
when suddenly something crashed into me
from the rear. I stumbled saw the goal post
looming In front Of my very eyes as I fell for
ward, and then all was black.
recovered consciousness as two Of the fell
lows from the house were putting me to bed
The doorbell had rung, and they had answered
it to hnd me lying senseless on the porch. The
ringer of the bell had disappeared.
There was a lump big as a walnut on my
forehead, and was chilled to the bone. The
next morning my cold was much worse and
when the college physician called upon me he