The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1893-09-14

Talks About The Murder For Which
He is 10 Hang.

A Hypnotist Gets Control of His
Him as to the circumstances of the
Tragedy Believed Him a Brother.
Remarkable Attempt at Crime Prob
ing in st. Louis.
From the Baltimore American.
St Louis, Sept. lO-A startling hyp-
motto test upon convicted murderer was
made in the Jail here the other day by
Prof Alexander J. McIvor of Tyudall, the
English mind reader. Jacob Henze, the
man awaiting sentence for the killing Of
Stockdealer Z. Il. Brown, was the hyp-
notist's patient Prof. Tyndall is stop
ping in St. Louis for a few days before
going to Chicago where he will be buried
alive for thirty days. At the end of the
month what is left of him will be resur-
rected.
The other afternoon, in company with
some newspaper men, Prof, Tyndau Wis
tied the jail for the purpose of expert
menting on some of the residents of
''Murderers' Row. Jailer Kramer kindly
extended the cOurtesios of his institution
to the visitors, and gave the directions
that any cell or cells needed should be
placed at their disposal Hundreds of
prisoners were pacing about the doomed
Enclosure of the jail when the party en-
tered In order to make the test without
causing any criticism, it was decided to
try the experiment only with the full con
sent of the patient.
Henze was more than willing. give
been there before" he said, laughing,
land l don't mind it bit. I'm innocent,
God knows, and am not afraid of the
truth" HenZe's upstairs cell was first
visited, but proved too small for the ac-
COmmodation of the party. A more com
mOdious apartment on the ground floor
was secured. George Kaiser Henzes I'M
fortunate partner, was in the cell, but,
upon the request of the professor, left the
room during the test
Henze was placed in chair with his
back to the sunlight streaming in from
the west, and the professor seated him
self opposite, so near that his knees all
but touched those of the patient.
Before beginning the test Henze told
the story of his wanderings about town
on the night Brown was killed These,
he said, had chiefly been in company with
his brother and woman named Emma
Smith, and had not been above Thirteenth
street after eight o'clock. Brown was
killed at Garrison and Franklin avenue,
between nine and ten o'clock.
Look at my eyes" suddenly COM
manded the professor, leaning over
toward Henze.
For a moment they silently regarded
each other; then the hynoptist began
stroSing the patient arms from the Shout
ders downward, still keeping his bright
black eyes centered in the weaker
blue eyes. Tyndall slowly rose
from his chair, and, with
more win force yet in his downward pas
SEES, extended the scope of the same to
the face of the patient. He stroled
Henzen's forehead, and then closed the
blue eyes with gentle pressure, still max
ing all strokes downward in direc-
tiOn.
"You cannot open your eyes :"
Henze did, just the same, after mo-
ment's struggle.
CLOSE your eyes again! Now. YOU can
not open them. You cannot, you cannot"
, All the will force he possessed seemed
conferred in Tyndan's eyes as he stood
over Henze, and his frame trembled as
with a fit of the ague. A brief battle of
minds then seemed to take place and the
| professor was victorious. HenZe slept
| Needles were then thrust through Hen
| yes cheeks and ears, but he paid NO
attention to them whatever.
-"Now, when you wake up you will see
your brother Billy, who has come back to
you'll" Tyndalrs tones were commanding
and admitted of no dispute. William
Henze, the brother spoken of, was buried
Saturday.
.'NOw, wake up and talk to your
brother. Tell him what you did on the
night Brown was killed"
Henze's eyes opened slowly, and he
glanced at a newspaper man who had
seated himself beside him and was hold
ing his hand. Suddenly a Joyful look
came into the patients face and tears of
gladness filed his eyes and trickled down
his cheeks.
why, Billy, Billy, is that you? Great
God ] thought sou were dead and buried.
Poor mother was down here this morning,
crying to break her heart. Won't she be
glad to see you again! Won'tshe, though
Where were yon? Well, | tell you I'm
glad, awful glad to see you, Billy. What
did you fool us that way for?"
The poor fellow broke down completely
and sobbed, quite unable to speak, as he
shook again and again the hand of the
journalist
Where We're you the night that Mr.
Brown was killed." the reporter asked
''Oh, YOU know well enough; you was
with me, Billy"
No, l don't. I've forgotten. Tell me. "
''Well, you and | left the polling place
on Sheridan avenue at 5 o'clock, and
GdtlC uOWu bOWtl- we WGub uOWn 10
Thias' saloon, at Eleventh and Franklin
avenue. But you know all about it,
Billy; you haven't forgotten.
yes. have Where did you go next2
We went back to the west end again,
didn't we, and held up Brown When he
made a squeal about his watch you kicked
him in the stomach and ran"
Its a id lie, Billy. It's lie got
up by the people who are trying to down
me.n
who are they?"
"Ihe newspapers. They are paying
that niger woman and all the rest of
en-
.'What for?'
"Just TO down me, I guess"
"What time did you leave Mcdonnell
that night2"
'Iwasn't with him and you know l
wasn't Billy We were down at Fanny
Adams house. on Lucus avenue, till after
eight; we stayed there about a minute
and half and then we went down to
where the Adams woman lives, at 604
Elm street. Emma Smith went out with
me in a carriage, and we drove to the sa-
loon at the southeast corner of Sixth and
Clark From there we went to Havlin's
Theater saloon, and then we went up to
Jim Cronin's at Eleventh and Market
You had left me by that time, you know,
Billy. After we got away from Cronins
we went to the saloon just above Cronin's,
at the northeast corner of Eleventh and
Market, and then we went back to 604