The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1906-11-27
SHOT GIRL WHO SCORNED Him.
PUT A BULLET IN HER HEART
WIEN SHE CALLED HIM "PIG"

And spat I'm His Face--Her Lover Also Shot
In Mixup That Followed Little Jse.
he Tailor. Nursed q Grudge which
Grew Out or TOnietta's Treatment.
For a long time now little Joe Faglia has
taken his place early each morning at his
sewing machine in the factory of Heller
4 Co, on the fourth floor loft at 81 Spring
street, knowing that every time he looked
up from his work he would see just across
the table from him the black eyes Of Toni
eta Maciocchia flashing blacker looks at
him, or, what hurt more, Tonietta's face
distorted into disdainful grimaces. When
Joe's glance dropped quickly to the work
again he would hear, even above the ir-
ritating rattle Of the machines, whisper
ings among the girl operators on the other
sid Of the long table and perhaps a shrill
giggle.
just what was back Of Tonietta's dislike
for Joe could not be learned yesterday,
because Tonietta had beer shot through
the heart by Joe at the luncheon hour and
Joe had been locked in the Tombs charged
with her murder.
She spit in my face when | am wash
ing my hands at the sink explained the
young Sicilian to Coroner Shrady, and so
l shoot her dead. Every day she tease me
and make faces across the table, and so /
shoot her dead" He spoke as though the
girls death merely had brought to an end
the indignities he had received for many
months n that o he would have peace.
When Joe first came to the factory he
had a quite different opinion of Tonietta.
In the beginning when he looked up from
the sewing machine it was to glance with
pleasure at the black eyes opposite
and although Tonietta didn't always smile
back at him she at least did not make the
Irritating grimaces. Joe tried TO show
her little attentions during the short lmll
in the mad rattle of the machines at noon
time and although he received little en-
couragement he continued the attentions.
1t was not until Vincenzo Lavori came to
work at Heller's a few months ago that
the grimaces began. Then Tonietta's in
frequent smiles for Joe stopped altogether
and when Joe sought the girl at the lunch
hour he would find her seated in a corner
chattering away and laughing with Vim
cenzo. When he persisted in trying to
join the party day after day the grimaces
began.
One hot day toward the end of the sum-
mer some one rolled together some hreds Of
cloth and threw the ball across the table
30 that it struck the big black pompadour
Of Tonietta. -Porcol" snapped Tonietta
angrily toward Joe and that one word had
much TO do with her death yesterday.
The girls who had heard Tonietta call Joe
a pig giggled uproariously. V~inccnzo guf-
fawed with loud appreciation. Tonietta,
pleased with the appreciation with which
the epithet was met, began to use it fire.
quently during the long. hot afternoons
and the giggles increased across the table.
Instead Of clearing his troubled brain
with some fresh air at Don ice would sit
in n corner Of the loft and brood Then
when h nerve racking machines began
the long afternoon grind again he would
pend over his work till his shoulders panied
and when he raised his head he was met
with grimaces and the giggles. Joe bought
a revolver.
This morning it was worse and worse"
Joe said in Italian after he had killed
Tonietta yesterday. AT noon l was wash
ing my hands at the sink. Somebody
When l Strengthened up and turned around
with a sharp word there vas Tonietts;
and behind her was VincenzO Lavori.
'Porcol Pig, pig, pig! cried Tonietta and
spit in my face. So l shot her.
They say in the factory that as the second
shot was fired at Tonietta her sweetheart,
Vincenzo, sprang upon Joe and struck
the murderer upon the head with a bar
of iron. Joe Inc Vincenzo went down
together, and as they fought on the floor
there were two more shots and Wncenzo
cried out In pain. Joe was turning the
revolver upon himself now when his arm
was grasped by an operator, Benjamin
Rosenblatt, who prevented Joe from killing
himself.
The first screams OF fright from the sixty
or more girl operators In the room gave
way TO cries OF rage as the operators rushed
upon Joe. With face covered with blood
from the blow OF the iron bar, Joe dragged
himself from the tangle caused by the
dead body Of Tonietta and the wounded
Vincenzo and got TO his feet and braced
himself against the sink for protection.
Some Of the frantic girls had started in q
panic for the long iron stairs to the street,
but many others had begun to beat Joe
savagely when Foreman Clay ran into the
room and dispersed the fighters. In the
meantime the bookkeeper had telephoned,
as soon as he heard the uprosr, to Police
Headquarters.
nc took the combined efforts OF Rounds
man Won Diezelski and Patrolman Falvey
10 pull Joe through b bowling mob OF men
and girls in the loft and take him down TO
the Mulberry street police station. Through
it all Joe was the coolest in the room. Capt.
Kemp, followed by six OF his reserves, ran
up the steps and mauled the crowd INTO q
semblance of order.
lying on the floor was Tonietta with one
bullet wound in her left breast and another
in the left check. She had died almost in
stantly. Her sweetheart Vincen1o lay near