The Birmingham age-herald., 1908-05-31
SECRET SERVICE MANS ADVENTURES Dream Helps Him to Arrest a
 Murderer WAKES MAN TO ARREST HIM Prisoner Declares That He Had Just Dreamed That the Officer Was
 Putting Handcuffs on
 His Wrists.
WAKES MAN TO ARREST HIM

From the Indianapolis News.
 Is it possible to dream things that are hidden from the brain in waking hours?
 The question is well worthy of con sideraton, for probably every human be- ing has had a dream which has "come true,' or which has been so remarkable in it's revelation as to arouse the ques- ton just asked.
 Scientists and psychologists have pug zled for ages over examples of mys- terious psychic power, and every new ex- ample remains as much a puzzle as the first one
 Though he does not claim to possess any physic power, Capt. Tom Halls, United States secret service chief of the Indiana district, has reason to believe that dreams sometimes work out in real life with remarkable accuracy. In fact, the study of the psychological phenomena of dreams may be said to be the veteran sleuth's only hobby. As one of the 10 oldest secret service men in the country he has trailed criminals of all sorts for almost half century, and more than once his dreams have aided him in cap turing the man he was after.
 Captain Halls is not an imaginative man, and he has never attempted to make any use of his strange powers other than to heed their warnings they came along at unexpected intervals.
 Once, the captain tells, he aroused a man from deep sleep in order to arrest him on a charge of murder. The man, a veritable giant in stature, was known as a fighter. Stealing softly to the edge of the sleeping fugitive's bed the detective shook him and prepared to engage in desperate fight while handcuffing his sman. The murderer sat up, rubbed his eyes and did not make a move, simply staring at his captor.
 What's the matter man?' questioned Captain Halls.
 Why, why, I was just dreaming of you, and thought you were standing over my bed. When I woke up 1 thought l was still in my dream"
 Once a woman related to Captain Halls a dream in which she had seen a man commit a crime, and in her vision she recognized the man. Captain Halls ar rested the man she described, and he confessed the whole job which had hap pened just exactly as the woman had dreamed.
 But the strange, almost weird, story of how a dream put him on the right track after pursuit of criminal through four states is the most extraordinary affair Of all In itself the dream was remark able, but the various happenings of the veteran secret service mans long pursuit are well worth reading. Here is his story: The dream which enabled me to capture an Illinois murderer in Indianapolis was one of the most unusual incidents of my life.
 In 1866 I was stationed in Southern Illinois. My headquarters were at Dan vile, and Danvile in those days was positively as tough a place and as full of real desperadoes as any town l have ever had the misfortune to visit. One of the most determined and instinctively brutal men in the place was Calvin Grlf- fin, or "Cal' as every one knew him.
 "Cal' had one wicked eye, and it's leer, especially when he had been drinking. was satanic. AS an example of now wicked the town was. I remember one day a canvas-covered prairie schooner with a dog trotting underneath passed up the main street, and several toughs began shooting at the dog. When it's owner, the driver, remonstrated, they turned their fusillade upon him.
 Griffin was the main character in my story. Another was an old German, whose name escapes me just at present but a better and more good-hearted soul never lived. Through the advance in the value of land whereabouts the old Teuton had grown moderately wealthy but it never turned his head. He was deeply attached to me.
 One night as the old man was return ing from a sort of summer garden, where he and other Germans sat until late over their genial mugs of lager, he was brutal ly attacked, beaten and left for dead. Early the next morning he was found and carried home. 'The next day he was still unconscious. but upon the day fol- lowing recovered his senses and sent for me
 The aged man was a pitiful sight as he lay on his bed and gasped for breath. His head was literally beaten to pulp.
 Captain he basped, ''catch the fel- low that got me and I'll give you my alI."
 I replied that didn't want his money; it was my duty to get the assailant. Then he told me how on his way home, at d lonely spot two men had leaped out from the concealment of some bushes and had attacked him. One held him while the other, armed with slungshot. beat him over the head until he lost consciousness. Later regaining his sense, he heard one