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Show I SEES GHOST B California Professor Is Startied by Sight of M Spectral Rider M tnn Franqlsco, Cal., Aug 12. Has H Curator George H Barron of the H Golden Gate Park museum seen r. H ghost horBc and a ghost woman rider, H or was It all an hallucination? H Professor Barron spends most of H die evenings reading in his residence H at the rear of the museum building, B and before retiring for the night j usually takes a short walk along the park paths. Friday night Mr Barron says he was sauntering along the south driveway of the park when ho heard the clattering hoofs of a horse ( going at a furious gait. As he tinner there burst on his view a large blacu steed, running at full tpeed Bestriding Bestrid-ing the animal was a ung woman wearing a straw hat Her eyes were wide with fear, her mouth, was opeh as though she was screaming, and on her face was an expression of terror. The horse and rider swept by and dls-' dls-' appeared at a bend Jn the road. W hen the professor returned to hi home he called up the park police station and inquired whether any of the patrolmen had seen the horse and rider but was told that thej had not. The next day he met an old-time policeman, to whom he mentioned the strange occurrence. Old-Timer Tells Story. "That must have been the park ghost," said the old-timer. Then he told this story: "In the late '70s .when Golden Gate park was oung, a young woman flushed with wine .and .wearing a straw hat came out of a road hou-e bordering the park panhandle. It ws midnight A policeman riding a fino black horse wa6 in front of the resort and the woman challenged him to let her ride the animal a little way Tho officer acceded to Jier jcquest and assisted as-sisted her to mounts but no sooner was she in the saddle than the horte took the bit in its teeth and boltc-1 toward the sea. --"Search for the rider and the animal ani-mal was made all that night, but ft was not until the following afternoon that the unfortunate y.oupg woman and' the black horse were found at the bottom of a lake a"bout a inie from where they started. "Since then there have been tales of the ghostly rider and steed having been seen once a jcar about midnight mid-night clattering along the south drive toward the lake. "T don't believe In ghosts." said tha curator, "but this thing has shaken me." |