Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1911-09-16


| the message.
Giovanni was not frightened. Tt is
the Other" he said, but I will do to
him what he would do to me-" Brave
words. but empty.
Police Could Do Nothing.
Two weeks TO a day, or jan IS.
| of warning, he was sitting beside the
| frosted windows in the rear of the lit
! tie poolroom he maintained at %
Coles street. Brooklyn. when he was
| shot dead.
Quickly the police reached the spot
Back across the yard whence came
the shot that had killed Giovanni went
the police, straight to a house front
| ing on the next street. But there the
trail stopped
But If the police did not know then.
they do now, that the Cardinellis
knew who had fired the shot, even
though they would not tell.
1T is the work of the Other" said
the Cardinellis-' THE Other must
de-
Little is known just how much the
Cardinellis have retaliated against
their enemies. Yet no great stretch
| of Imagination is required to picture
Back no later than March of this
year particularly sinister-looking 81
Gillian was found lying badly wounded
in the gutter of a street in the Latin
| quarter of ST Louis. In his body were
| forty-three distinct knife wounds
| 1t was days before the police of st.
| Louis were even able to force the man
| to tell his name and admit that he
had come from New York. Other
than that he would not tell Why or
how he had been injured, of that he
would not speak. Who had attacked
him? He knew. but he would not tell
81 know; and fix him. was all he
would say.
In due course of time. thanks to
| good nursing and a marvellous consti-
tuition, the man recovered and left the
hospital. The next day he disap-
peared from St Louis.
The cardineIIi Side.
| Was that one incident in the other
side of the Cardineln vendetta? The
police say it was.
Were it not, how, ask the police,
did the Cardinellis in New York know,
even before word was published in
any newspaper. that the Other had
been stabbed forty-three times in
street of ST. Louis? For the injured
man was the Other.
i And then came the third warning to
the Cardinellis.
Bartholdi Cardinel1i lived in mod
est fiat house at 344 E. 21st street,
New York. Right next door lived his
father, his mother and his brother.
Two years and more had passed
since the death of Giovanni In the
interim the Cardinellis had escaped all
harm The vendetta for them, at
least. had apparently ceased to exist.
And then came the warning:
"You will die-at the window"
The message did not seem to inter-
fere with Bartholdi's occupation as a
barber. To and from his work he
went, apparently as care-free as any
man could possibly be.
Bartholdi even dared to sit on the
front steps of the house in which he
lived in the early hours of the even
ings. But once he set foot across the
threshold of his own home-then all
was changed. There, and there only.
did danger Turk for him.
For two weeks Bartholdi Cardine1-
lis FORM never showed at window of
his home, either by day or by night.
And then came-death.
The night was particularly hot. The
small rooms of the fiat were stuffy
and oppressive. Suddenly BarthoIdi
rose from his chair, walked to the win
dow-fell back dead.
A pane of glass lay shattered on
the floor and five gaping wounds made
by as many crudely shaped slugs of
lead showed in his body.
Five minutes after the shooting the
entire block was surrounded by po-
lice Not a house, not a roof, not a
cellar escaped their search, but the
slayers were not to be found.
Murderers In Safety.
1t was not difficult for tne police
to trace the source Of the shot AL
most on line across the street from
the home of Bartholdi they located
! the lair of the murderers. but the muir
| derers were gone.
They had left behind them the gun
with which the crime had been COM
. mitted, a crude, old-fashioned shot
gun, a pile of cigarette ashes, an emp
: ty bottle or two, and that was all
Vincenzo is still alive. Francesca,
the father, is. too. But it is not Fran
, cesca who is in fear. He is old and
} his days are but few as it is. But
Vincenzoi
AS he stood by the casket in which
lay the body of his brother, his cheeks
paled and his knees trembled at the
burden they bore.
, s<I on, the newt there fs No escanp I,