Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-04-01
KILLED BY HIS BROTHER
The Shocking Work of a Lazy
 Young Negro.
ESCAPE OF THE MURDERER.

His Victim, After Kissing His Child,
 Falls Dead at His Wife's Feet,
 with His Body Covered with Stab
 Wounds.
 NEW YORK, April 1-"Crow F'ats," the big apartment house at Mo- 12S West Twenty seventh street, which is populated entirely by colored people, was the scene of a shocking tragedy at an early hour last evening. Shortly after z o'clock as Detective James J. Perkins was passing the corner of Twenty seventh street and Sixth avenue he heard a shriek, followed by frenzied calling for the police ill a woman's voice. The cries came from an open window on the sixth floor of the "Flats." The stairs of the building were blocked by a crowd of excited negroes, while a second crowd was rapidly gathered with out. Guided by the excited directions of the inmates, Detective Perkins dashed up flight after flight ill the old rookery until he reached the top.
 There, lying in a wrecked and blood be- spattered room, he found the dead body of a young and brawny negro covered with gashes and with a knife thrust clean through his heart. The murdered man was George Samms, 32 years of age, waiter at the Grand Central depot, and he had met his death at the hands of his younger brother Reuben.
 The cause of the murder is unknown. For some years Samms, who was an industrious fellow, had lived at the flats with his wife and child and father-in Emanuel Stroutt His brother Reuben lost his place of employ ment, and being unable to secure another, came to Georges and asked that he be allowed to live with him until something turned up
 Finding the berth a comfortable one he gradually gave up his efforts to secure work and contented himself with loafing at his brothers expense.
 Shortly after 6 o'clock yesterday, while Mrs. Samms with her four-year-old daughter were taking a nap, the occupants of the flat below were aroused by the hurried tramp ling of feet on the fl DOT above. The fight was a desperate one. In their struggles the com batants upset the table and chairs in the kitchen and the sleeping room adjoining, while the walls and floors of both apartments were covered with ghastly blots and streaks of blood. Samms had grasped the hand in which his brother held the knife, and held on until his wrist was nearly severed.
 As Reuben broke loose and thrust the mur- derous blade deep in his brothers body, Mrs. 0ainIIS "lln Ter cnisu III ne.' aFInS IojloWel by her father, I'll 'Eed into the kitchen. Mr. Stroutt SC zed chair and held the murderer at bay, while Samms staggered up to his wife, took the child from her arms, kissed it, and then, reeling into the sleeping room gasped and fell de Id at the bedside.
 Reuben stood moment on the landing ut side, closed his knife, pulled his hat ove: his eyes and ran down the stairs. Milton Smith and Louis Jones, living on the fifth floor, stol ped him and asked him what he had been doing. Pushing th ,m aside with his bloody hands, he cried:
 "Tve klliei my brother, and if the jot isn't good one, I'll come back and finish it. '
 Then he ran on, leaving trail of blood drops behind him until he reached the Goor Once on the street he disappeared. Directly after the detectives arrived an ambulance was sent for, but Samnls was dead.