The Bemidji daily pioneer. [volume] (Bemidji, Minn.) 1904-1971, 1912-05-08
~By George, lt's Black Zorlano Him.
SELF" Cried tho American Detective,

~By George, tie Black Zoriano Him.
SELF" Cried tho American Detective.
Of department, and showed his
goodwill towards him in every way.
6ignor .lCastalotte was bachelor,
and I believe that he felt as if Gen.
marc was his son, and both my hus.
band and I loved him as If he were
our father. We had taken and fur.
nished a little house in Brooklyn,
and our whole future seemed assured,
when that black cloud appeared which
was soon to overspread our sky.
Zone night, when Gennaro returned
from his work, he brought a fellow.
countryman back with him. His name
was Gorgiano, and he had come also
from Posilippo. He was huge man,
as you can testify, for you have looked
upon his corpse. Not only was lis
body that OF giant, but everything
about him was grotesque, gigantic and
terrifying. His voice was like thun-
der in our little house. There was
scarce room for the whirl Of his great
arms as he talked. His thoughts, his
emotions, his passions, all were ex-
Rggerated and monstrous. He talked,
or rather roared, with such energy
that others could but sit and listen,
cowed with the mighty stream of
words. His eyes blazed at you and
held you at his mercy. He was a ter
r1ble and wonderful man. I thank
God that he Is dead!
"He came again and again. Yet
was aware that Gennaro was no more
happy than was in his presence. My
poor husband would sit pale and list
less, listening to the endless rawlings
upon politics and upon social ques-
tons which made up our visitors con-
Fersation. Gennaro said nothing, but
I who knew him so we'll could read
In his face some emotion which had
never seen there before. At first
thought that it was dislike. And then,
gradually, I understood that it was
more than dislike. It was fear-a
deep, secret, shrinking fear. That
p1ght-the night that read his terror
Il put my arms reund him and I i'm.
plored him by his love for me and by
all that he held dear to hold nothing
from me, and to tell me why this huge
man overshadowed him so.
"He told me, and my own heart
grew cold as ice as listened. My poor
Gennaro, In his wild and fiery days,
when all the world seemed against
him and his mind was driven half mad
by the injustices of life, had Joined a
Neapolitan society, the Red Circle1
which was allied to the old Carbonarl,
The oaths and secrets of this brother
hood were frightful; but once within
It's rule no escape was possible. When
We had fled to America GennarO
thought that he had cast it all of for
ever. What was his horror one eve
ming to meet in the streets the very
man who had initiated him in Naples,
the giant Gorgiano, a man who had
earned the name of Death in the
South Of Italy, for he was red to the
elbow in murder! He had come to
New York to avoid the Italian police,
and he had already planted branch
of his dreadful society in his new
home. All this Gennaro told me, and
: showed me summons which he had
received that very day, Red Circle
drawn upon the head Of it, telling him
that a lodge would be held upon q
certain date, and that his presence at
It was required and ordered.
That was bad enough, but wore