Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1906-06-21

| DOnes-was stored by Italians WIZ
were working for a contractor, who
pays a 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. 1t was in the aft
ernoon, and the pl~ee was deserted
Sullen despair settled on his mind
and what he would have least expect
ed-sleep-eame 10 him and bridged
the wait TO the hour of darkness and
| escape.
He woke with a start. He had felt
a touch. The vision of the two gilt
tering eyes before him was deemed the
tail end of dream.
You know me. meester policeman,
nor"
No Who are you and what do you
want?"
"Ah, you no care who | am! +
me, Pasquale Farsotti Me, a poor
dago, a dirty dago | tella you what
want, meester policeman. | want to
kin 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. Ne get a
wife, getta da store. Then you come
every day You say: Where's mine?'
Va, talra orarvfbfpu Won tain taO
da mon You come one day | go way.
only my wife, my Fiametta, in da
store She no know you. She no
give da mon You kicka her and taxa
da little cross on her breast. And
when she die in da hospital, | come
to you, and | ask, please. give little
cross And you laugh. and you say:
Dirty dago, go way Then, | so |
craze. and | 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 it for his cue for |
action. Without shout or shrek, he |
threw himself on his covering enemy |
and the struggle began. As they |
squirmed out 10 the open pier from
the boarded partition. Nugent saw |
Charlie standing at the edge of the
dock.
Charlie for heavens sake, don't be
standing there like that painted the /
ex-wardman. Get the gun out Of my
pocket. or soak him on the head with
something"
Nix" answered the young thief,
without changing his position. THAT
amt part o. my game. I'm sorry
got mixed up with this at all. There's
your boat, down here. and that's all
| got to do with you. I'd better leave
you two to yourselves. So long, and
| hope the best man wins. No coro-
ner's inquest for mine.
AS the crook turned toward the
street a pistol shot rang out
Two policemen came hurrying up.
Here, what's this?" cried one,
grabbing Charlie.
Honest. | don't know" answered
the crook, but he was, nevertheless,
compelled to go with the officers 10
the scene of the suspected tragedy.
They found Pasquale Farsotti with a
bullet in his heart OF the EDWARD
man there was no trace.
At the station house a little cross
of gold, inscribed "Fiametta Farsot-
IT," was found on Charlie. A bundle
of letters in the Italians pockets were
to Pasquale Farsotti-and
the blue-coated jurists smiled a mean
ing smile at Charlie.
It did not take very long 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 a cop! That
Nugenti He knew was crooked, but
he couldn't button his coat SOS that
cross wouldn't show on his watch
slang. And him knowing I'd sooner
steal than eat"
The strike of the miners in Glaston-
burg had brought violence and de-
struction In its wake. sentry, how
ever, who was taking fieeting glance
at a newspaper one evening suddenly
forgot his duty OF guarding and read