The evening world., 1911-03-15
CRAZY MAN Stays
BECAUSE HIS NAME.
WASN'T ON MONEY.
They've Cheated Me-" He
Shouts and Fires Two Bull
lets Into Bricklayer.
HUNTED IN EAST SIDE.
Locked in Restaurant Kitchen,
He Forces Way Out Be-
fore Police Come.
HUNTED IN EAST D

There were Just four diners last night
IN the little basement cafe called the
Piocola Napoli at Nc. 35 Spring street
Two wero laborers of Sicilian birth and
Mulberry Bend adoption whose names
have no place In this story. Another
was Antonio Lavecchia, a grlzzled haired
oricklayer out OF a job and one was Vim
cenzo Nespoli. also out OF a job by rea-
son OF his habits and his ways.
The bricklayer had finished his meal
and lolled in his chair. facing the door.
he was smoking. Two tables away sat
Vincenzo. haggard and trembiy. He
fumb'ed In his pockets, drew out a soiled
and crumpled Ave dollar bill and
emoothed 1t out on the bare table. His
shaking finger idly traced the figures on
It Then suddenly he jumped up yelling.
his blood-shot eyes were staring wildly.
They ave cheated me again." no
shouted. There's a V on this money
but there should be an y, too-an y for
ny last name
Two Bullets In Heart.
And with that he pulled out a pistol
and ffed twice point blank into poor old
Lavet chia's breast. Both the bullets en-
tered the heart. a twenty-five cent piece
would nave covered the two wounds.
Antonlo's head lolled forward on his
chest and the pipe slipped out of his
mouth. Probably he never knew what
ht him.
For a moment or two the witnesses
to the crime sat stunned Then the two
unnamed Mulberry Blenders and Antonio
Fortunate. one of the proprietors of the
restaurant. Jumped for the murderer.
One OF them grIpped him by the arms
from behind and, still holding in his
hand the pistol. lie was showed into a
c%uddyhole OF n kitchen at the year.
They slammed the door behind him and
bolted Il.
Thinking he had the maniac a fast
prisoner. Fortunate ran as fast as he
could TO the Mulberry street police sta
ton Just around the corner n brought
back half a dozen policemen. Anton!o's
body was stlffening in the chair. a look
Of amazenent upon his wrinkled face.
The two Mulberry Blenders were gone.
Slayer Had Escaped.
The policemen held their nightsticks
and pistols ready rs Furtunato drew
Jack the bar and yanked the door open.
But the kitchen yawncd empty. The
captive had wrenched an iron bar of
the sin le window and had crawled out
to lose himself in a maze of tenement
courtysrds betwee Mulberry and Mott
streets,
II Was more dangerous for him TO be
abroad than to have a mad dog loose in
that c,ose-hived district. for he was a
-,aaNa nAl h. huN n vNnn AnI thAWa
was already evidence a-plenty to show
he knew how TO shoot. Wherefore De-
tective Cassetti, one Of the keenest men
Of the Italian squad. hunted for him all
plight and was still diligently hunting
to-day.
There was no Old World feud lying at
the bottom OF this killing In the Piccola
Sapoli. The killer and his victim came
from d ~,fferent provinces. Probably they
had ne rer seen each other before nance
led them last night TO the same place
for their dinner.
A year ago Nespoli was a hard work.
Ing, p, osperous cobbler at Haverstraw.
His wife died and the loss destroyed
his mental balance, He took the no.
tion into his adding brain that the
doctor who attended her in the last
illnesp had killed the woman, and he
threaeened his life. Ills seven children
were taken away from him and put In
an Institution. They were guarded,
too, because he wanted to shoot them,
having conceived the notion that enc
miles would poison them unless he
acted first.
Dead Man Very Poor.
He drew his savings out OF the bank
he had nearly s~l.ooO-shut up his shop.
came TO e York and proceeded TO
drink himself TO death on red wine.
His stumbling fsure was familiar
abou, the chant cafes OF the east side
Little italy.
The man he killed left a ragged wife
and six hungry children in a two-room
tenement at No. 27s Mott street. He
had not done a bit OF work in months,
and because of his age he was despair
ing OF ever getting steady employment
again.
Yesterday the family ate a single meal
of potatoes and beans boiled together,
but the widow with the pride OF her
people had somehow raised the money
by to-day to drape the dingy empty
rooms In purple cotton velvet and black
Grape for the funeral.