The weekly tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1891-1894, 1893-09-15
ITALIAN
He Couldn't Get His Pay SO He
Started Ont In Search
of Gore.
He Tried to Kill Five Men With
Pistol And Dagger-PO'cc-
men Routed.

Il New York, Sept ll.-Something in
the wild, semibarparc brain of Gen
naro Buffano told him this morning tina.
human blood was the proper thing to
twash out human Justice. He couldn't
get money due him. SO he made up his
mind to kill lie tried to murder five
men and was himself shot dead by his
last intended victim.
M A wiry little man was Gennaro Buf
fano. Buffano was a labOrer, and two
weeks ago got employment on work
which is being done for the East River
Gas company In SIXTY sixth street. This
Consists of digging large trench to
hold tho gas main. Buifano worked for
Twelve days and then wanted his money.
His relatives say the contractor would
give HIM only dollar, and claimed that
was all to which he was entitled. They
( oay he had no money to pay his rent,
lend the rent was paid by step brother.
VI Bulfano quit work on Tuesday. lie
&watched the contractor all of Wedues.
day. believing that he meant to run
away. He went home Wednesday night
and said the contractor had takel his
time, but said he would not give him his
money
MONEY OR BLOOD.
Contractor Swift stood on the north
side of the trench this morning, watch
ing the men at work, when the Italian
approached him. 81 want my money,
and | want it bad" said Buffano.
1.-THE foreman in sixty-six street on the
other side Of the park, has your time,'
said Mr.. Swift, When ] get 1t will
pay you"
Buifano repeated his request, and then
blazed away at the contractor, who fell
back on pile of dirt. Everybody
thought he had been hit. Inspector
George, Of the department of public
works, was the nearest man to Swift.
He is a brother of Henry George, and
such a slalwart man that when he threw
big paving book at the italian, it went
whizzing past his ear. This drew the
fire on George. The bullet missed him,
as the first one had missed Swift.
John Mcdonald the boes, now ran up
and hurled stone at Buffano. Crack,
%crack, went the pistol again, and two
, bullets whistled past McDonald's head
ButIano leaped across the trench to pur-
sue Mcdonald, when Policeman Michael
Mccormick came running down the
steps leading from the elevated railroad
station. Mccormick made dash for
Butfano and the Italian took a shot At
him. The policeman knew how to shoot
quick, too, and he drew his pistol before
Buffano s self-cOcker could 20 Off again.
He aimed point blank and pulled the
trigger, but the hammer harmlessly
clicked on the cartridge.
The Policeman Routed.
Once more Buifano fired, advanci ~
on the policeman as he did So lie
missed again. He pulled the trigger
the seventh time. and the weapon failed
to explode, Hurting it from him, he
drew his dagger, a slender. baded two
edged weapon, about nine inches long.
The policeman thrust his pistol into his
hip pocket and took to his heels. AS he
ran the pistol went Off, tearing the seat
out of his trousers, but doing him no
bodily harm. He though Bufano vas
still firing at him.
Down sixty street the policeman
ran. Builano was close upon him and
gaining at each step. lie tlourished mis-
knlte ana uttered lmprecdtlOnS as ne
ran. The spectators looked on breath
less, Policeman William Bauer, who
was on what is known as 1.-The lower
post" heard the shooting, and came
riding up on "A boulevard car.
ms CAREER ENDED.
X Bauer sprang from the car between
Mccormick and Buffano. Tie Italian
rushed at him, and he fired above his
head to intimidate the infuriated man.
Still he came on, and once more Bauer
fired in the air. With his knife raised
to strike him, Bufano was directly on
HIM, when Bauer fired full at the mans
breast. Butfano gave q cry. stumbled
headiong, making "A furious lunge with
his knife as he did SO, and then lay face
downward in the dust Of the street,
quite still Butfano was dead.