The 1*. E. Island Tragedy.The P. E. Island papers continue to discuss the terrible tragedy which occurred on that Island a few weeks ago. The Pioneer says : The Margate horror is still shrouded in mystery. The respectability of the parties interested, and the previous good character of the accused make the crime sclt;jm more unnatural. Its atrocity is unparalleled in the history of the Island. Only-one case, that of Monroe, of St. John, equal it in the Lower Provinces. It has occurred in one of the most respectable and religiously disposed settlements on the Island. Residents of the locality fe^l that a blight has been cast over their fair fame. They are thunderstruck and feel horrified that the Island, much less Margate, was capable of producing such a murderer or such a murder. Many living near the scene of the tragedy did little more than a hands turn for days after ^the body was discovered. Strong men would start at the snap of a twig or the rustle of leaf.THE PARTIES INTERESTEDarc all respectably connected. William Hillman the suspected murderer, is about 20 years of age, and has nothing in appearance to indicate the murderer.His coolness, however, is strange. He is well spoken of at Margate, and has borne an excellent character. He is a communicant of the Episcopal Church. From the evidence he seemS very considerate of bis mother, whom he feared might hear of the trouble and go out of her mind. It was during the festival of last Christmas that Millman first met Mary Tuplin. It was at a party. About New 'S ear’s he called at her father s homo one evening. Her parents retired at the usual hour, leaving the two alone together, lie never went into the house since that night. 1TICK SCENE OF THE TRAGEDYis situated in one of the most beautiful portions of the Island. The roads leading to it are clothed on every side with beech and maple. The home of the murdered girl stands in from the highway, covered with ivy. In front a dense woods, with a sheep track, spreads out down to the shore ofthe river. On the other side, and some distance up the road, is the home of Millman. Tuesday night, as the shadows gathered, she slipped out on the road, entered the gloom of the woods, and the rest is yet left untold. If trees could speak what horrors could they unveil. Whether it was in those woods, upon thd beach, or in the boat, the deed was done, nothing but an avenging God and the demoniac perpetrators know. Hut as the bullets crushed through the head of the trusting and unsuspecting victim, and the soul went out in a wild shriek of anguish to its God, the murderer or murderers prepared to complete their ghastly work. It was soon over. The ponderous*stone that had ballasted the boat was tied to the frail girlish waist. Out into the river the boat was pushed, and when the .rower thought the boiling spring was reached, the corpse was sunk to the bottom.