Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1906-02-01

salvage from the reiube-fhkb, phpofi
bones-was stored by Italians who
were working for contractor. who
pays q considerable amount annually
TO the city for this privilege.
Into one corner Of this cavern OF
rubbish Nugent was led to await the
return OF Charlie. II was In the ait
ernoon, and the place was deserted.
Sullen despair settled on his mind,
and, what he would have least expect
ed-sleep-came to him and bridged
, the walt to the hour OF darkness and
! escape.
He woke with q start. He had felt
touch. The vision Of the two gilt
tering eyes before him was deemed the
tall end Of dream.
you know me. mcester policeman,
no!"
mo. Who are you and what do you
want?"
"Ah. you no care who I am! l.
me. Pasquale Farsotti. Me. poor
dago, q dirty dago. tella you what
I want, meester policeman. l want TO
kill you. meester policeman"
You're crazy. mani" said Nugent.
An evil leer framed the Italians
mouth.
Yes. me craze. You maka me craze,
you know. You no remember little
stand. when you come every day. with
uniform. and take fruit. Me get q
wife. getta da store. Then you come
every day. You say: Where's miner
You TAXA everything. You TAXA. too,
da mon. You come one day ! 60 way.
Only my wife, my Fiametta, in da
store. She no know you. She no
give do mon. You kicka her and TAXA
la little cross on her breast. And
when she die In do hospital, l come
to you. and I ask. please, give little
cross. And you laugh. and you say:
Dirty dago. 90 way Then, | 60
craze. and I lose everything, every
thing. And now picka da rags. and
say every day Vendetta and pray
| find you. And now laugh. meester
policeman. me. Pasquale Farsotti."
Nugent's every nerve was on the
alert. A step. but the Italian also
heard and took II for his cue for
action. Without shout or shrek, he
threw himself on his covering enemy
and the struggle began. AS they
squirmed out to the open pier from
the boarded partition, Nugent saw
Charlie standing al the edge Of the
lock-
Charlie, for heavens sake, don't be
standing there like that" painted the
sx-wardman. Get the gun out OF my
pocket, or soak him on the head with
something"
Mix" answered the young thief.
without changing his position. THAT
amt part o. my game. I'm sorry
got mixed up with this ut all. There's
your boat, down here. and that's all
[ got to do with you. Id better leave
you two to yourselves. So long. and
hope the best man wins. No coro-
ner 3 inquest IOT mlue.
As the crook turned toward the
street o pistol shot rang out
Two policemen came hurrying up.
Here, what's this?" cried one,
grabbing Charlie.
Honest. l don't know" answered
the crook. but he was, nevertheless,
compelled TO go with the officers to
The scene of the suspected tragedy.
They found Pasquale Farsotti with
bullet In his heart. or the ex-ward-
man there was no trace.
At the station house a little cross
of gold. inscribed "Fiametta Farsot-
H." was found on Charlie. A bundle
Of letters in the Italians pockets were
addressed to Pasquale Farsotti-and
the blue-coated jurists smiled mean
ing smile at Charlie.
II did not take very lorg to speed
Charlie along the routine OF justice
A few weeks, and all hope was gone.
ut serves me right" soliloquized
Charlie In his cell. Just think o me
trying to do a favor for q cop! That
Nugent! He knew was crooked, but
he couldn't button his coat SOS that
cross wouldn't show on his watch
slang. And him knowing Id sooner
steal than eat!"
The strike of the miners In Glaston-
Murg had brought violence and de-
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