New-York tribune., 1912-04-29
SUICIDE ON WEDDING DAY.
Bridegroom-To-Be Found Dead
as Girl and Guests Wait.
KILLS HIMSELF WITH GAS
Prophecy of a Fortune Teller at
Coney Island Year Ago Fails
of Fulfilment.

one sunday afternoon last sumner
1ocenbine Blonde walked down Surf ave-
nue. with Giuseppe Congelosi. the auto
matte pianos whiued their ragtime tunes
the caIliope in front Of Cap Sorcno
show footed waltz, automobiles honkeu'
cvmbals crashed. parlor rifles cracked
comets blared. takers yelled their wares
diehes ratified in the lunch rooms, ana
these we're only few of the thousand
noises that make a Coney Island DAY.
The day was hot and sultry, and many
persons painted for breath, but Josephine
was supremely happy. She was almost
floating on air. Giuseppe had bought
her almost everything she wanted. In
his coat pockets he carried half dozen
tintypes, a half-eaten package OF pop
corn. grnning heads from Steeplechase
Park hung from his coat buttons, and a
big cigar clenched between his cleaning
teeth burned free and bright, with
plenty Of smoke at the end
The two passed one OF the sarlsh'
canvasbacked Enclosures where YOU mt
TIE niger and get five cigars ana
Giuseppe paused longingly, but Jo-
sephine pulled his coat sleeve ana he
submitted. manlikc. Three doors fnrthe'
on n fortune teller stood in the doorway
or his tent, his rusty frock coat shining
precn in the hot sunlight and little red
skull c2p perched over his gray hair.
Come in. come in." he pleaded. Il
tell YOUR fortune from birth to death
Hnd hidden treasure and reveal the face
of tllo man you'll marry. tell 1t all for
> quarter. Come in
Giuseppe felt Josephine swing over to
Ij~ton 60 the fortune teller as he
haraneued the crowd. What was u
quarter. anyway, for your whole for
tune. Besides. Giuseppe wanted TO sit
down. His new yellow lemon-co!ored
shoes hurt his feet. So in minute Jo-
sephinc crossed the fortune teller's hand
with silver.
.Irs . ,rouS. fine looking young
man. with black. curly hair, white teeth
and - little black mustache.' said the
seer. and Josephine hlushed and looked
out or the corner Of her eye at Giuseppe,
vino shifted one of his Geet heavily from
thc aror 10 the rung Of the chair.
But tho fortune teller was wrong
ycy. entirely "rone. For while Jose
yhire waited for him yeaerday in her
bridal dress they brought her the news
that Giuseppe had killed himself carly
In the morning An6 the laughter that
had reigned in the tenement rooms at
No. S46 West 10Th street turned to tears.
The man and the girl got a marriage
license two weeks ago, and were married
by an alderman, but an ecclesiastical
ceremony was necessary and yesterday
was the set Gay. They spent the even
ing together Saturday at the home of
Pote-. the brides brother. Peter owns
seprc left 10 60 TO the new fiat he had
rented u few doors down the street. at
30. 35a He told them he wanted TO
watch the presents already there. That's
the last time any one saw him alive.
Yesterday morning Mrs. Annie Po-
Jumbo, who lives in the next fat to the
now home, smeled gas She got Patrol
nan Hughes. Of the West 18th street
station, ard he broke down the door and
found Giuseppe dead, with a tube from
the gas Jet in his mouth
No one knows why he killed himself.
He left a note written in Italian. It
said:
Don't blame Josie for my death. I'm
responsible for it all. Get somebody to
take charge Of my body"