The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1905-01-13

and she called the little girl Nita afte,
herself. For a few year my wife
Mia and little Nita travel with me In
the circus, but my wife Nita take sick
and die. Then hat little Nita nut in
Dig school in Albany, and she is
there now.
l haf a pin and locket and a
chain WITCH little Nita wore. witch |
haf kept. They will be in the box
with this letter. On the pin is the
name Alice. The locket hat a picture
OF a beautiful lady. | took this pic
ture out and put little slip of paper
under it with the date on it when /
found the child.
This is all know. love little Nita
like she was my own. My brothers
name is Charles Sigmotta, but | do
not know where he is. Little Nita
is at Madame De Longs school in Al
bany, in the Stat of New York.
Il swear by all the holy saints that
what l hat written is true.
ANTONIO SIGMOTTA."
Here, indeed, was a valuable docu-
ment. My exultation was so great
that l seemed to have Ralph Gravis-
court completely routed, and Edith
Broughton's sweet face seemed to
smile encouragingly at me from way
across the sea. But after a few min
utes Of supreme qualification, the
thought flashed over me that the
statement Of Antonio Sigmotta, other
wise known as Barlotti, did not in any
way connect Ralph Graviscourt with
the case. OF course, the photograph,
the pin with the name Alice engraved
upon it and Nita Barlotti's striking
resemblance to the wife of Charles
Graviscourt, were to my mind conclu-
sive evidence, but would the evidence
hold in law? knew it would not.
l took the locket from my pocket,
removed the picture and found a slip
OF white paper bearing date. ex-
amined this, and my heart throbbed
with excitement when l saw that the
date of Doctor Sigmottas attempted
murder of Nita Barlotti was the same
as that inscribed upon the tomb.
stone in Trinity cemetery, New York,
as the date of little Alice Graviscourt's
death. I carefully replaced the paper
and the picture, and with wild dreams
of what might occur if l ever escaped
from the clutches of the prefetto,
passed the remainder of the night half
sleeping on broad, low couch that
stood in one corner of the guard room.
In the morning was served with
substantial breakfast and soon
after had disposed of it l was con-
Quoted before the prefetto. The elder
Maligni looked at me with a venom.
Gus glance, and saw in the faces of
the crowd of men around him not one
g4ance of friendliness
Among the spectators was rascal
Unlocking fellow who was called by
the prefetto "Pordino," and as he
seemed to have the friendship of the
powerful Maligni, I at once identi-
fled him as the Count di Pordino, the
uncle of Henry Thorlans, spoken of
by Mutterelli.
Nita was not brought into the room
during the trial, and did not seem to
be an important factor. There was
not friendly voice raised in my be-
half. made an attempt to speak,
but was ordered to be quiet.
When the testimony was all in, the
prefetto turned to me, and said:
Young man, l have listened to the
evidence against you, and l find that
you are guilty of the murder of my
brother. From to-day, you are the
same as dead. The sentence which
shall impose upon you is that you be
put in the Cagliari prison and work
for the state during the remainder of
your life. That is all I have to say
to you"
Butt" cried, springing to my feet,
II am not guilty. swear to you, pre-
fetto, that do not know who killed
your brother! had no cause to hate
him or to wish him dead! But others
had! An attempt at his life was
made in New York. l saw it, but I
had nothing to do with it. Your
brother had enemies who have
tracked him here. l."
Enough! You were seen yesterday
in company with another, examining
my villa and grounds. At night my