The Halifax Comet. — 1894-09-29 (Halifax, West Yorkshire, England)

THE COMET.  thought. She drooped and finally became  One night after falling asleep a dream confirmed the horrors she had long anticipated. In the dream she saw her lover, pale, bloody, and wounded in the breast, enter her apartment. With a look of ghastly sorrow he told her he had been slain in battle and besought her that she should not grieve over his death. The young woman awoke with a start —it was 12 o'clock. Her screams brought the family to her side and the horrible dream was related. • Her death followed in a few hours. The next morning a telegram announced the wounding of the lover in battle and his death at midnight. Who can doubt that a wave of thought carried the vision from the dying lover under a southern sky to his betrothed in her northern home? But here is another and still more extraordinary tale. It was Hood who wrote : "And unknown facts of guilty acts are seen in dreams from God." And this remarkable dream, placed on criminal records in the east, appears to be a divine revelation of a foul deed. Several years ago Clarence Bixby, a travelling man, arrived in a small eastern town at nightfall, and, being fatigued, retired early. In a dream he thought he had arrived in the same village at noon, and, having put up at the hotel, had started out to take in the town. He followed the main street, which soon terminated in green fields and woodland. Finally he came to a picturesque country church with a Gothic portico, and, turning into the bypath, struck a winding, rugged, solitary road that led to a miserable tumble-down cottage surrounded by rank weeds:. Creeping through an opening in the patched fence he came to a well. In it he saw a corpse bloody with terrible gashes in the breast. At this instant the dreamer awoke, trembling with fright.  The next morning he started out for a walk before breakfast. Though he had never been in the town before everything seemed strangely familiar. As he walked down the street he recognized the buildings he had passed in his dreams. So in he came to the stretch of country and, fairly unnerved with the strange coincidence of reality and the dream, he hastened on resolved to visit the scene of murder. At length he came to the Gothic church and a few minutes later was in the inclosuie around the dilapidated house pictured in his sleep. But there was no well with its ghastly corpse to be seen.  On his return to the hotel he hunted up the landlord for a chat, and in the course of the conversation led to the strange house he had visited. It was learned that the place was inhabited by a morose old man and his wife who neither went anywhere nor received visitors. More determinad than ever to unearth the mystery, a magistrate was consulted and two officers were detailed to accompany the stranger to the cbttage. An uncivil old man responded to the knock at the door, but no suspicion whatever was aroused by his answers to their queries. The travelling man then resolved to make a thorough search of the garden for the well, but again he was unsuccessful. An old woman hobbling by was questioned as to the existence of a well. "A well 7" was the rejoinder. "There was one just where you are standing thirty years ago. I remember