McReigh mysteriously disappeared from his home over six months ago. He returned the night of his disappearance from a musical gathering with his wife and a party of friends, shortly after midnight. The following morning he failed to come down to breakfast. For several weeks the family had no word of his whereabouts. After a while Mrs. McReigh heard that a man answering to her husband’s description had come under the observation of the police of several New England cities. Detectives were appealed to, and, in the course of a month, traced the missing man to Norwalk, Conn., and discovered that while he appeared to be in perfect health, his mind was blank as to his whole previous existence. Nothing could be done to arouse him to his past personality. The wife and family physician were summoned, but McReigh could not be made to recollect himself. Specialists were consulted at the time, and it was their judgment that he would never recover his mental balance. They suggested only one chance. If an idea, something that had been an absorbing part of his life, could be brought suddenly to his mind, the reaction might accomplish that for which they hoped. McReigh went to Worcester, Mass., some weeks ago and registered at the largest hotel. Each night he would sit in the mezzanine balcony, intently watching the piano player, who was a fair young woman with beautiful blond hair. He sat there continuously and silently, always with a set look of wonderment as the music was unfolded under the deft touch of the little player. The night McReigh recovered his reason was witnessed by several others who were sitting by him, listening to the music. The little pianist was playing, as usual, mostly soft, low music, that was soothing and restful, until she came to the last selection, “The Song of the Winds.” As she came to the final measure, with the crash of falling trees and overturned homes, McReigh arose from his chair and staggered toward the piano, and in an instant the little player and McReigh were locked in arms’ tight embrace. There were just two words spoken--“Tom” and “Frances.” Then the woman collapsed and McReigh had to be carried away, his face an ashy color. Both were cared for by the house doctor. It afterward developed that the little pianist was Mrs. McReigh. Acting on the advice of specialists, she had followed her memoryless husband from city to city. Being people of wealth, she was able to go at any length to accomplish her purpose. McReigh was supplied with funds through the management of the different hotels at which he registered, without his knowledge, and the wife consented to pose as a musician in need of employment in order that she could be able to play in the presence of her husband. “The Song of the Winds” was McReigh’s best-known and favorite composition. McReigh was under the watchful eye of his wife from the time of his discovery in Norwalk.