The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-03-13
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and fear the Mafia. He had said his prayers faithfully. he had gone to church and paid money to the priest, and now the Mafia had got him.
 When the fever of his passion had spent itself, he was constrained to tell a consistent story. He knew Nicolo Calleno. to whom Bard had written and sent money for ticket from Chicago to Mill Rush. They were eating together-in place
 ''In g speakeasy." prompted Marker.
 Angelo didn't remember. They had been eating together and Nicolo rather boastfully had shown him the letter and the money from his rich friend. a fam ous artist. Nicolo, however, could not go, he had a job, a very important job
 "Bootleggtng." suggested Marker.
 Angelo didn't remember. But a sudden wandterlust seized him, a desire to travel on trains and see the world and he offered himself a willing substitute to take Nicolo's place.
 Nicolo, for his part, was glad to get rid of the responsibility of writ ing a letter and returning the money, so he freely handed both over to his friend, and they parted amicably.
 Little Angelo flew home with the great news that he was about to be- come a traveller, and Benito. who had room in his mothers house, announced immediately that he would go with little Angelo to the middle west.
 Angelo protested in vain that only one was wanted, and that there was only money for one fare. But Benito always got his own way. He said he had money, he would pay his own fare. He said that if they were starting a night club, they would require much help. and in the meantime he would find him a little farm in the country where he could settle down and become a farmer and bring over Maria and the children from the old country.
 They were on their way to the train when they met Pietro. Pietro was little Angelo's uncle. They told Pietro that they were travelling on the train to take charge of a night club for some farmers in the middle west, and Pietro said he would go to the railroad with them. On the way he explained that he was in terrible jam with the police
 drew Angelo from the center of the orr ar h io vii With forced ingratiating smiles wrinkling his stern face, he ex- plained that he was not really in a jam with the police, that on the whole it was a mere trifle-a slight misunderstanding of the way the laws operate in this strange coun- try.
 Pietro had been about with his friends here and there, and they had always an abundance of-er- Italian grape juice and so Pietro decided to make his own grape juice as he had done in his home in Italy. But alas! Policemen with clubs had broken into his house and carried away all his bot ties and put Pietro in jail.
 He was released by a kind man who put him on what he called parOle, ana I,leCTO TeuIeQ nlIu au- other house and got himself some more grapes and barrels and thought everything was settled. But the policemen came again. Fortu- nately, Pietro saw them first and had time to climb through the win- dow and run away, so he did not go back to the jail.
 Pietro did not understand this country. Every place he went in Chicago, he said, they had the wine, and sometimes the policemen drank it with you and slapped you on the back and the next time the police men took 1t all away and slapped you into jail. He. Pietro, was a godo man, woh kept the laws and had taken out hrs first papers and hoped to become rich and go into politics, but just for putting a few grapes in a barrel he was sent to jail. @
 So he decided to leave Chicago, which seemed to him so unfairly inconsistent. and had joined little Angelo and Benito in their train travels.
 Marker consulted his memoran- dunn book end made slight nota- tion or two. Then he turned to
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