The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1902-01-12
EMMA QCAZZT.

I ship. The boat we were on was the Gas.
G0Ene- There We're with me my uncle
| Iiani FREDERICK. his wife, my aunt Mari
anne and Cousin Carmelina.
The second day We We're on the ocean ]
saw TWO young men standing together and
talking much. They were always the last
10 60 to their herthS and the first to be on
deck in the morning. That afternoon the
taller of the two whispered something to
his companion and then came over TO me
and spoke to me in Italian. He said he had
seen me before, he houch AMI Asked
where / lived in America. | told him Pat
erscn, and then he said: II often come to
seen you. Ny name is Gaetano Bresci.
Then he asked me for my name, and l told
him that.
Showed "a letter.
He told me he had come from Tuscany
Mrs. Louis Prina. who keeps the Hotel
Bartholdi. and whom l and my mother
know. This made me let him continue the
conversation. The letter was to introduce
him TO Mrs. Prina's brother in Paris.
Charles Foedero. / told my uncle and aunt
about the letter, and after that We We're
friends.
I did not meet the man Gaetano was
with. He did not introduce him, and l
asked nothing about him. l do not know
who he was. 1t was not until after. in
Paris. | heard Of the Kings death. that I
remembered how queerly Bresci had acted
on the ship.
I can see him now. He would often
stand by himself with his head buried on
his breast muttering in the Tuscan dialect.
His eyes would snap. and he would some
times raise his hand and clench his fist
as If he would strike some one whom lie
saw before him. AT these times l would
be afraid of him. When he saw this he
would laugh and joke at once as if to make
M think that nothing had been troubling
him. L did not understand then.
Ignorant of Plot.
He told me nothing about any plot. 1
was as innocent of his errand on the shin
as was little Carmelina. did not know,
| tell you. l want all people to know this.
II hurts me cruelty to have any one.think
m sha' l kns" about BFeseFs awful plot 10
At night Gaetano would lean over the
edge of the rail and look out into the water.
Sometimes he would sing in a deep voice
snatches of Tuscan folk song and pa
triotic airs. some of them that 1 had heard
coming home at night. when 1 would
La QUESTION: Sociale adhersnts were hold
ing an Anarchist meeting Then he would
turn to me and talk rapidly and fast about
things that | could not understand. It
frightened mo and I would go away and try
to sleep, but the look in his eye haunted
me.
Rresci seemed to like me. ! was the only
one on board to whom he paid any atten-
ton He called me his sister. He said. You
understand my moods did not like, 1t:
but what could 1 do? When We reached
Havre my uncle and aunt. with little Car
meljna. left me, and Gaetano asked if he
Paris. where he was going.
Well Treated by All.
He did take me there. ana because of
him the people were kind to me and saw
that l wanted nothing. Then / left Paris
and went to Mosso. Santa Maria. near BIZ
ella. the home of my people. And all the
time l did not dream of what was to come.
l never knew a.- saw Quintavaili, Lana
nor Maiatesta. Those who say that ] did
lie. Ny only object in going to Italy was
to visit my people. We are loyal people.
we Quazzia. We look upon king-killers with
scorn. We wepr with the rest of Italy when
the good King died.
This is all / know. This is what I told
the police when they came to me and
asked me about Bresci. I hated Bresci when
i knew what he was. | am no Anarchist. l
would die rather than plot TO kill. This is
all. The story is old and worn out for me. /
wish | had never seen the man Blu his i'm
age as he muttercd to himself and shook
his hand still comes before my eyes. 1 did
not know / was looking upon a murderer.