The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-06-29

Z gloom IMAM ever before,
ana all day Monday he discussed suicide as
means of escaping from all worldly
ctontle ana worry with different members
of the household.
Yesterday morning at $50 O'Clock Rose
got up as usual to light the kitchen IRE and
prepare Tor breakfast. The kitchen is s;tu-
aGeo III The back part of the basement, and
"nan she entered it she found Phoebe, a
coiored girl, the family laundress, who had
just entered by another door. After ex-
changing few words with Rose, the laun-
qress leIt the Kitchen to go to the laundry
IN the hallway she met Sieferu who passed
her without word A few moments after
ward the negress heard a pistol shot, fol-
Iowed by scream, and before the fright
gned laundress could say or do anything
Rose appeared in the kitchen door, a great
stream OF blood pouring from her right
temple
for a moment she swayed from side to
sideas though about to fall, but her fright
EVIDENTLY nerved her to make an effort to
get away from another shot, and she slowly
Iottered down the hallway, past the laun-
ureSS ana toward the door of her room at
the other end of the basement Her eyes
were wide and staring, and as she slowly
moved along she uttered no sound except
10 moan every moment or two Along her
track as she walked she left trail of her
mes blood. just as she reached her room
she fell, and at the same moment the door
was thrown open by her cousin and room
mate, Rose Henry, who is also employed by
the Nugents. The latter comprehended in
second what had happened, and with a
shrek threw herself down on her knees be-
SIZE the dying woman. As she raised up
Roses head she begged her to say what had
occurred.
Tell me, Rosie, did the Dutchman shoot
you ~ she asked.
But Rosie was beyond talking She
could only open her eyes and moan, nod her
head feebly, and then she was dead At the
same moment, just as Rosies death sigh
escaped from between her teeth, clinched in
the last nervous spaSm, there was another
Shot In the kitchen. Seifert had placed the
pistol TO his own head. The colored woman
who, frozen with horror, had watched the
whole scene, recovered her senses with the
sound of the second shot. She rushed UP
stairs and notified Mr.. Nugent That
gentleman hurried ON his clothes as fast as
he could and then proceeded first to Rosies
side, and, finding her lifeless, he went into
the Kitchen where he found Selfert welter-
Ing in his blood.
From great jagged hole back OF his left
ear the boys brains, mingled with blood
were slowly oozing in a sickening manner
But the boy, it was apparent, was not quite
dead: He was moaning, though almost in
Mr.. Nugent perceived a slight fluttering
Summon1ng the other members of the
household, Mr.. Nugent hurried out to sum
mon medical aid and notify the police An
ambulance call was sent out from the
Thirtieth street station house and Spifert
was removed to the New York hospital
The hospital surgeons labored hard to
save him, but from the first it was apparent
that his case was hopeless, and early in the
afternoon he died
The body Of the murdered girl was al
lowed to remain where it had fallen until II
o'clock, when the coroner viewed it and
gave permit for its removal to the home
Of her friends at IL Cannon street, from
whence the funeral will take place to-mor-
row. All who knew the dead girl speak
very highly of her. She had no relative in
this city, her only relatives in this country,
so far as known, being brother at Orange,
N. j., and another in Albany, N. Y.
Seifert, the murderer and suicide, was
comparatively unknown in the circle in
which he had been thrown since he entered
Mr.. Nugent's employ in response to an ad-
vertisement last November Previous to
that he worked as stewards assistant on
the Old Dominion line of steamers plying
between New York and Richmond, Va.
Second Engineer Portlock Of the steam
ship Breakwater, which is at present in
port, knew the dead man better, perhaps,
than any one else in New York.
"Seifert came from Bavaria about three
years ago, with his widowed mother and
two sisters. The latter are, according to
his statement to me, living somewhere in
this city now, but where, l cannot say, nor
did he ever tell me their names. His mother
went back some time ago to Bavaria, where
his brother is gen d'd1nle. Last fall Sci
fert went to work for the steward of the
Breakwater, doing kitchen work and wait
ing on the table. He made friends of all of
us. He was quiet, very quiet, and quite
clever. | can't understand how he did this
horrible deed. The only satisfactory ex-
PLANTATION to me is that he was crazy.
"While on our ship he had severe at
tack of the Chagres fever, contracted in the
West Indies, and have no doubt that his
mental faculties became shattered as a re-
suit. 1t frequently has that effect, No, we
never noticed anything wrong with him
after his illness except that at times he
seemed abnormally depressed. After run
ming on our ship for some time he was trans
fered to the Richmond of the line, and it
was from there that he entered the employ
of Mr.. Nugent, in response to the advertise
ment which he noticed in the papers. He
was nice, quiet fellow and l am very,
very sorry for him."
. 1t is expected that ono of Seifert's sisters
will claim his body to-day if they live in
New York, as is supposed