New-York tribune., 1920-04-19

OF Morgan
Is Shot At
After Killing Surgeon,
Slayer Fires at Herbert
Satterlee, Bullet just
Grazing His Face
Services Continue
During Shooting
Victim Slain by Tramp
Printer He Never Saw
as He Takes Offering

as He Takes Offering
Precisely as on other Sunday
mornings since st. Georges Protes-
tant Episcopal Church was built in
1911, Stuyvesant Park echoed yes
terday to the voices of the choir
singing an offertory anthem. DR..
Karl Reiland, the rector, his sermon
finished, had left the quartered oak
pulpit that is a memorial to the
late j. P. Morgan, and passed behind
the chancel rail.
The vestrymen were moving down
the tile-foored aisles with the silver
collection plates. In the south aisle
were Herbert Satterlee and DR..
James w. Markoe, one the son-in-
law and the other the physician and
friend Of the late Mr.. Morgan. AS
DR.. Markoe bent to present the plate
to the occupants of the red plush
cushioned, oaken pew, twelfth from
the rear, a shabby, round-shouldered
little man who was seated there drew
a revolver, instead of the expected
contribution, and shot the physician
in the head.
Falls TO Floor Dead
At first the report of the explod-
ing cartridge and the sight and smell
of powder startled only those near
by. The organist, c. L. Stafford, con-
tinued to play, and the choir to sing,
but DR.. Markoe crumpled to the
floor, dead. The collection salver
fell from his hand with a crash, and
gold and silver coins rolled in all
directions. The murderer crowded
past the nerveless worshiper who
sat between him and the aisle and
started for the door. Many in the
congregation rose to their feet, but
the choir continued to sing. DR..
Reiland, his black cassock held high.
hurried from the chancel to the side
of the dead vestryman.
Mr.. Satterlee, who had reached tho
end Of his side of the aisle before the
shot was fired, stood directly in tho
path Of the rapidly walking assassin,
his collection plate held before his
chest. The man fired directly at him,
the bullet grazing Mr.. Satterlee's
beard and burying itself in the panel
ing just above the heads of other wor-
shippers.
Fires on Parish Sexton
Another shot was fired at two men
who stood between the slayer and
the door. Both dropped to the floor
and the bullet Clipped bit of stone
from the front wall near the rector's
collection box. One of the men on the
floor was John c. Tiedman, sexton arG
undertaken OF the church. He also is
superintendent of the many buildings
owned by the parish His bald head
was speckled with black powder burns
from the revolver. The other man was
his assistant, William Miller.
When they scrambled to their feet.
the man had fed, and before they
could turn to pursue they were passed
by two others Of the vestry, Dr..
George E. Brewer and William Fell
loves Morgan. president of the Mer-
chants Association.
DR. Brewer paused only a second on
the stone steps of the church to To-
cate the fleeing assassin, and when he .
saw him running across the grass Of
Stuyvesant Park he shouted stop
him!" and took up the pursuit.
A few idlers in the park fell in be-
hind DR.. Brewer, but the waving re-
volver in the hand of the fugitive pre-
vented them from putting any hear.
into their chase. At the Fifteenta
Street entrance to the high iron fence
enclosed grass plot several men unin
tentionally blocked the way OF the mur-
derer. He hesitated, and in that mo-
ment DR.. Brewer leaped on him. grasp
ing the wrist Of the hand holding the
pistol.
Captured by DR.. Brewer
The vestryman twisted the mans
arm downward There was another
shot The revolver fell to the grass
and the man broke away, only to hold
his arms out in token of surrender.
Shoot me: kill me now,' he said
in a high-pitched voice with a cock
ney accent. He was seized by several
other men from the church, including
William Fellowes Morgan, J. Morgan
Jones, church usher. and several
other men of the congregation.
DR.. Brewer WAS probing with
practiced forefnger a furrow\ along
the inside of his right thigh where
bullet had grazed his skin. polica-
man, William j. Burns, Of the 22a
Street Station, same runnirr IN
breathless. He seized the mailman
who was covering in fear of lis
eaptors.
Across the park, in the doorway Of
the brownstone church, appel red a