Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1898-06-05

He spoke of r.. wife with great atftq tion and regret, but stfli he could spelk of her and not unsteadily. At dinner he also spoke of one or two other sub iects, of politics and of his duties as magistrate, and of course he made the requisite fuss about his gratitude to me for coming down to Ellerdon at that lime. After dinner We sat in the li- brary, a room well and eXpensiSely fur nished, but without the least attempt at taste. There were a few oil paintings oh the walls-a presentation portrait of himself, and landscape or two-all more or less bad as far as remember. He had eaten next tonothing at din ner. but he had drunk good deal; the wine, however, did not seem to have the least effect upon him. l had got the conversation definitely off the subject of his wife when 1 made a blunder. l noticed an Erichsen's extension stand ing on his writing table. l said:
 II didn't know that telephones had penetrated into the villages yet
 ''Yes," he said, T believe they are common enough now. l had that one fitted up during my wife's. illness to. Icommuncate with her bedroom on the floor above Us on tile other side of the house"
 At that moment the bell of the tele- phone rang sharply.
 We both looked at each other Isaid, with the stupid affectation of calmness one always puts on when one is little bit frightened:
 Probably servant in that room wishes to speak to you"
 He got up, walked over to the ma chine, and swung the green cord towards me; the end of it was loose.
 'I had if disconnected this morning" ]" he said "also, the door of that room is locked, and no one can possibly be in it. y
 He had turned the color of gray blot ting paper; so probably had l.
 The bell rang again-a prolonged, rattling ring
 Are you going to answer it?'' said,
 q am not he answered, firmly.
 "Then," I said, q shall answer it my self. t is some stupid trick, joke not in the best of taste, for which you will probably have to sack one or other of your domestics. ;
 Ny servants, he answered, would not have done that. Besides, don't you see it is impossible?. The instrument is disconnected"
 The bell rang all the same; I shall try it."
 picked up the receiver.
 Are you there?"I called.
 The voice which answered me was.un- mistaEably the rather high staccato voice of Mrs. Pyrwhit ! Il want ycu," itsaid, to tell my hus- band that he will be with me to-1nor- row."
 I still listened. Nothing more was said.
 I repeated Are you tihere?s and still there was no answer.
 1 turned to Pyrwhit.
 There is no one there" I said. Pos sibly there is thunder in the air affect ing the bell in some mysterious way There must be some simple explanation and I'll find it all out tomorrow"
 He went to bed.early that night. All the following day was with him. We rode together and I expected an acei. dent every minute, but none happened. All the evening I expected him to turn suddenly faint and i'll, but that also did not happen. When, atabout ten o'clock. he excused himself andsaid good night l felt distinctly relieved. He went up to his room and rung for Williams.
 The rest is, of course, well known The mans reason had broken down. possibly the immediate cause being the death of Mrs. Pyrwhit. On entering his masters room, without the least hesi- tation, he raised loaded revolver which he carried in his hand and shot Pyrwhft through the heart. I believe the case is mentioned in some of the text books on homicidal mania.-Blaek and White. 1 A NT EUCD THETnN A rxoxr