Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1860-06-20
From the Hartford Evening Press.

BLOODY MURDER IN HARTFoRD.-The
town was startled, Sunday, by the report of a
murder committed on Commercial street, op-
posite the steamboat landing. Going down
the river, we found lying on the first floor of
one of the struggling mass of tenement houses
in that vicinity the stout, muscular body OF
Michael Brady, with the shirt and trowSers
which he wore soaked in blood, pools of which
lay around him and spotted the floor as the
spectators carried it about on their boots
Seated on the floor by the head of her dead
husband was Mrs. Brady, loudly lamenting her
great sorrow, with two OF three of the chill
dren, too young to comprehend their loss,
around her. Mrs. Brady, at the coroner's in
quest, gave the particulars of the tragedy as
follows
The day before her husband had worked at a coal
yard, earning dollar and half He was sOciable
and kind, and went TO bed as usual. Sunday morn
ng she rose about eight o'clock, and with her oldest
boy went up the meadow to pick some green's The
boy was directed to call at Manions on his way
back and get half a pint of liquor, which he did.
When they returned Brady had risen and made the
fire. He ''took a sup of liquor and his neighbor,
Wilson, came in and brought some, which Brady
also drank. They smoked together and drank peace
ably. Toward eleven O'Clock Wilson was anxious
to get more liquor and tried to persuade his wife to
get it, but she refused. He followed her across the
hall to their room and insisted. She laid herself
upon the bed Brady and his wife followed. VIII
son began to pull his wife about and as he was dis
turning her Brady lnteriered ana sald DON'T
tease her; Jet her be; we have liquor enough
Wilson still persisted and as he took hold of her.
Brady seized him and drew him back, saying what
the devil do YOU mean? Do you mean to hurt your
poor wife!n Wilson then struck Brady, and the
latter started back to his room. 1t was not till
few moments after that Mrs. b. perceived that
Wilson had knife which he was furnishing about
with very abusive language. She said to him with
an oath, you will not strike me- She then went
out upon the landing at the head of the stairs, but
heard her husband cry, "kate! Katen and went
Immediately into her room. He was upon his
knees with the blood streaming from his shoulder.
"hate, can't you stop this!" he said She said sob
my God" and ran out upon the landing, crying
murder. Wilson worked SatuI day night until nine
or ten O'Clock, and was noisy good part of the
night. Mrs. b. heard him every time she woke and
said also that he was Sin liquor all Sunday morn
ing.
The jury returned verdict against Wilson
as guilty of the murder. He is a small, ugly
looking man of forty or fifty years of age, no.
torious for drunkenness and quarreling with
his wife, and a frequent customer at the police
court He had not recovered from his spree
this morning, and swore and muttered to HIM
self about the Odd blaggards" while in the
court room. His face is round and bloated,
eyes black and restless, hair black and short,
chin unshaven for week, and grizzly beard
appears on his neck. In the watch house,
Sunday, after the murder, he was pitiable.
glimmerng sense OF the awful crime he had
committed seemed to combine with the liquor
in supplying him, but he was evidently struck
with horror, and though unable to keep en-
tirely away from the subject in his constant
mutterings, dwelt much upon his brother Rob
ert who died few weeks ago.