The Jersey City news. (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1889-1906, 1900-07-31
BRESCYS Wife.
The Man Who Assassinated
Italy's King Married
an American
Woman.
SHE LIVES IN H0B0KEN
Insists She Knew Nothing of
His Plot and breads Dis
grace to Her Child.
SHE LIVES In HOBOKEN

| Gaetano Bresci, who assassnated the
King OF Italy on Sunday night came from
Paterson, where the plot to kill Humbert
was apparently Matched two months ago.
Bresei, a silk weaver, worked In the mill
Of the Hamil Booth Company, at Pater-
son, and lived with is wife and one child
| at No. 1863 Clinton avenue, West Hobo
ken.
| Bresci was a native of Tuscany, Italy,
and came to the United States five years
ago. He was not naturalized Ameri-
can citizen. His wife is of American
! birth.
| He belonged to a little crop of so-ealled
| Anarchists who met at No. 355 Market
wer Italians, and the assassination of the
| King was their hobby.
Bresci left Paterson on May %, sailing
for Havre by the French line steamship
La Gascogne
| He told his wife he was going to visit
his birthplace in Italy to look after a
| little property that belonged to him. But
| he sailed under an assumed name
Branchi Caesari. His wife says she re-
ceived a letter from him since he arrived
in Milan, but said nothing about killing
| the King. She refused to believe that her
| husband was the assassin even when the
newspaper reports were shown to her. 1t
| was only when the assassin in Milan con-
fessed his name and glorified In his crime
| that his wife believed. Then she went in
to Mysteries.
Mrs. Bersci was found in her little Ho-
| boken home with her baby in her arms.
! At first she did not even know that the
| King of Italy had been assassinated.
| When shown copies of papers containing
| the despatch describing her husband and
giving the dateof his birth and other
| facts, her face assumed a deathly pallor
and she sank into chair trembling.
My God, can it be he? I cannot be-
| lieve 1t. It's hardly two months since he
| left me. and it was only three days ago
| that I got a letter from him telling me
! how happy he was and how soon he ex-
I! pected to be home.''
| In her agitation these facts were got by
| degrees
name was Sophie Neil I met Bresci
| about three years ago in weaving fac
| tory here in West Hoboken. We worked
y
it. seems impossible. I knew he was a
Socialist and all that, and was opposed
to kings and queens and capitalists but
! my husband would nver kill anybody in
tentionally. He was not strong He was
never violent. He was afraid of mouse.
He wouldn't have had the courage to
commit such an awful act And yet the
description matches him so correctly, :,
she said, after hearing it read to her
again. II even see how they got the
| name Of Angelo Bresci. That is his
brother. He is captain in the Italian
Army. Some called him by that name
her. Poor Gaetano! I'm afraid this news
will kill me.
What, in Gods name, will become of
our poor little daughter Madeline? She
| is but eighteen months old, and it were
better now that She were dead than to live
and to have the disgrace upon her She
| is the picture of her father. Look at her.
Madeline is really a pretty child. She
seemed to realize that he mother was in
sore distress, for at this moment she
climbed into her lap and began to cry
The sight of the child crying was too
much for the mother, and she herself
broke down almost completely and began
| to weep. What shall I-do?" she moaned
| We haven't any money in the house and
no one to provide for US now. When my
husband went to Italy" she continued
The told me that 1t was to get few hun
dred dollars left to him as a legacy by
some of his relatives who had died recent
ly. 1t Of course took all the money we
could scrape together to pay his passage
over there. Well, well. who would ever
thought that it would come to this?e
Surely my husband must have been out
of his mind. Yes, he was crazy at times
but not violent. A more kind hearted and
considerate husband could not be found
than he was. His whole life was wrapped
up in little Madeline, and he would not
| let us even go to the steamer to see him
off when he left us for fear that Madeline
would catch cold. No, my husband had no
friends to speak of in West Hoboken. All
| of his friends were in Paterson. He would
go there every day, and for a time, in or
der to be near his factory, he boarded In
Paterson at the Bartholdi Hotel, but he
| never missed coming home every Satur-
day evening and spending Sunday with
the baby and myself.
II don't see how he could do such a
thing as this without giving me an inkling
of what was in his mind My husband
| was Of an unusually quiet disposition. He
said very little to others. even keeping his
business affairs from me. But Of late T
had noticed that he was particularly quiet
and that caused me to think that he had
something on his mind. My God if it had
ever occurred to me that he meant to do
this would never have let him leave US.
Even IN his letters to me he mentions not