Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1911-09-07

Louis were even able to force the mar
to tell his lame and admit that BIZ
had come from New York. Othel
than that he would not tell. Why OF
how he had been injured, of that he
would not speak. Who had attacked
him? He knew, but he would not tell
Il know; and l 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 cardlnelIl Side.
Was that one incident in the other
side Of the Cardinelli vendetta? The
police say 1t was.
Were 1t not. how, ask the police,
did the Cardinellis in New York know,
even before a word was published in
any newspaper. that the Other had
been stabbed forty-three times in a
street Of st. Louis? For the injured
man was the Other.
And then came the third warning to
the Cardinellis.
Bartholdi Cardinelli lived In a 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,
ulu uduScI luIh LUZ I'LL.
For two weeks Bartholdi Cardinel-
lis form e. showed at a window of
his home, either by day or by night.
And then ~came-death.
The night was particularly hot. The
small rooms Of the fat were stuffy
and oppressive. Suddenly BartAoldi
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 the police
to trace the source of the shot. AL
most on a 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, o~ld-fashioned shot
gun, q pile Of cigarette ashes, an emp
ty bottle or two. and that was all.
Vincenzo Is still alive. francesca,
the father, Is, too. But 1t is not Fran
cesca who is in fear. He is old and
his days are but few as 1t is. But
VincenZo!
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.
II am the next, there is no escape"
said the man. They who have killed
three will return for a fourth. What
is to happen will happen"
Know them? Yes, Vincenzo believes
he knows who killed his two brothers
and his uncle. but to the police he win
say nothing. "They can do nothing"
he repeats over and over again, "and
| speak 1t would only hasten
the end for me-"
But. despite his fears. despite his
own certainty that Bis end is not far
off. 1t may be that vjncenzo will live.
The police have learned much. But a
few days back they found one whom
they believe to be the Other. He has
been arrested, and If they who hays
told will tell again. the police believe
that the time has come when they will
be able to write finis to the story Of
The Cardinelli vendetta.
But vincenzo Cardinelli shakes his
head and. staring straight in front of
MIN. merely mutters. I'VE shall see"