The Weekly Journal. — 1904-04-22 (Hartlepool, Cleveland, England)

TOURNAL. PRIDAY Apnm 24 1204.  in wild spirits. There was a bright flush on hie cheeks, and a strange light in his eyes. I thought he was mad, and from the looks which pasterd among the rest of the company, I could see they were of the same opinion. •"rhere were Eve or six men present besides ourselvei.. I knew them all slightly but one, who seemed a stranur to the rest also. "During the eveniog a di..cossion was started oa thought reading. I remember, though I did not notiee at the time, that it eggs iierard linnet( who sitarted it. Some IlFlieved in it, sonic dia cot. After seventl experiments had been tried, Groover suddenly de:tiered that with Darrell's aid he would try a new experimedt. " The id...i %vita that by holding a person's hand, and concentrating ute's thoughts, one might see !lODIC picture passing in that person's mind. "The idea was of course laughed to scorn, but I began to think that there was some motive in all this. " tircover knelt by Darrell's side, and took hold of his hand. Ater a few moments he lat. gait speaking. I nee,' be said. 'a field. by the tints of the leave., I should say that the season is autumn. I see a tall fair girl pasting through a field, she muses along slowly in unsuspecting innocence. A man rashes forwrrd from behind a hedge, ha uttrrs violtnt potestatiots ef love. Ott woman draws back with fear and loathing. the man drawn a pistol and fir,s at hoe. She fails dead at his feet.' He rate horn his knots, and stood erect. " That girl was in; wife! the man, need I name him% ' "Ide pointed to Darrell, who sat back in his chair cowering. ',vary vertigo of endear tette, leaving his fare ashen grey. t•creld motioned towards him, he splang up def.sat.y. " • Its,' he ti-led, 'it is true I shot her. I loved her before you knew her, she siorned my love, but I was avenged. Nothing can bring her back to you now.' "Tha next moment was all confusion. I board the stranger arrest .Darrell foe the murder of Eleanor Groover, but my eyes wtre fixed on Cr.mvcr with a fast growing dread. 'rho final, had faded, a lavish colour was gradually -pr.eding over his fare. I rushed forward. "I have avenged you. Eleanor,' he murmured, and fell back in my r rust dead." Murray patsed and parsed his hand over his  eyes. it i fifteen Years ago." he Eli& '' but it lA as vivid to me now co whea it hepp..ned. I waited for the inquest, and then left England. was got called rut ivitreea at DareWs trial. There were many who ;rood his c0nf....-<ion, and ha pleaded guilty. Ile pcid the racial penalty of his crime. "None ever knew how poor Groover die' covered his wife's mur(l7,rer. Do you wonder, tbat I did not speak of this at the time? Fancy a British jury Latening to each a talc. If you take the trouble to look up the papers of July, MR, you will find the whole casa recorded. and you will see that my name OCCIITS at tirouvor'a inquest." lie ttopped speaking, end I looked at him in amerement. " Do you really think," I said at last, " that I:roov,sr filW the. gbost of his murdered wife! That he saw the face of her murde'er reflected in her eyaii" have told you the pluin. iinvarniebeft facts of the case, you must put what cons' Inv-lion on them voo nli•ase. I have never found any antifcctotv nalution but that one." Defare Ids death Murray gave are lesiva to Pobligh this story. I looked up the case. and found the farts as he rtated them. I read oleo that tha cause whioh led to the husband's discovery of the murderer was unknown, and 7, too, have riven up in despair. all hope of finding a sintisfartory solution to the mystery.