Alexandria gazette. [volume] (Alexandria, D.C.) 1834-1974, 1912-04-22

EMPLOYMENT, alG l came " io'e ni-H'
as anv woman must. He had neither
money nor position-nothing but MS
baauty snd strength and energy-so
nv father forbade the match. we nea
together, were married at Barn. ana
sold my jewels 10 gain the none!
which would take US to America. Ihls
vas fopr wears ago, and We have been
in New York ever since.
"Fortune was very good TO us at
first. Gennaro was able to do serV-
ice to an Italian gentlem2n--he saved
him from some ruttians in the place
called the Bowery, and so made
powerful friend. His name was Tito
Castalotte, and he was the senior
partner OF the great firm OF Castalotte
and Gambia, who are the cher fru!t
importers Of New York. Signor Fam
ba is an invalid, and our new friend
Castalotte has all power within the
firm, which employs more than three
hundred men. He took my husband
into his employment. made him head
OF a department, and showed his
goodwill towards him in every way
Signor Castalotte was bachelor,
and I believe that ne felt as If Cen
marc was his son. and both my nus
band and 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.
"One night, when Gennaro returned
from his work, he brought 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 his
body that of a giant, but everything
about him was grotesque, gigantic and
terrifying. His voice was like teun-
der in our little house. There was
scarce room for tho whirl Of his great
arms as he talked. His thoughts. his
emotions, his passions. all were en-
aggerated 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 bazed at you and
held you at his mercy. He was q ter
rible and wonderful man. 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-
tions which made up our visitors con-
yersation Gcnnaro said nothing, but
| who knew him so well could read
IN his face some emotion which | had
never seen there before. At first !
thought that IL was dislike. And then,
gradually, l understood that it was
more than dislike. II was fear-a
deep, secret, shrinking fear. That
night-the night that read his terror
i put M arms round him and 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 oyershadowed 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 Il
Neapolitan society, the Red Circle,
which was allied to the old Carbonari.
The oaths and secrets Of this brother
hood were frightful; but once within
its rule no escape was possible. when
we had fled to America Gennaro
thought that he had cast it all OIL 1or
ever. What was his horror one eve
ming to meet in the &treets the very
man who had initiated him in Naples,
the giant Gorgiano, 4 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 10
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 a summons which he had
received that very day, a Red Circle
drawn UPON the head of It, telling him
that a lodge would be held upon a
certain date, and that his presence at
it was required and ordered.
"That was bad enough, but worse
was to come. ! had noticed for some
time that when Gorgiano came to US,
as he constantly did, in the evenings,
he spoke much to me; and even when
his words were to my husband those
terrible. glaring, wild-beast eyes OF his
wee always turned upon me. One
night his secret came out. / had
awakened what he called love with
in him-the love of brute--a say
age. Gennaro had not yet returned
when he came. He pushed his way
in. seized me in his mighty arms,
rugged Tue in his bears embrace, COW