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Chicago, April 29, 1913 - Tony Marasco, 640 South Sangamon street, was killed with an axe this morning because he would not accept a 16-year-old girl's "no" as an answer to his proposal of marriage. Frank Alfona, 933 Hope street, is dying of a bullet wound in the Columbus Extension hospital, because he got out of doors while the 16-year-old girl's mother was aiming a revolver at Marasco.

Anna Forte, of 930 Hope street, the 16-year-old girl whose beauty caused all the trouble, is kneeling in cell in Maxwell street police station, counting her rosary beads and praying. And Pasquale Forte, Anna's 18-year-old brother, is a fugitive, wanted by the police for the murder of Marasco.

Anna Forte is the daughter of a railroad section worker. She is a perfect type of Italian beauty. Marasco was madly in love with her. He was a hodcarrier. He first saw her stand on the steps of the little Forte cottage on Hope street last August. Marasco managed to scrape up an acquaintance with the girl. The day after he did so, he proposed to her. She refused him. Since then Marasco has proposed to the girl on every possible occasion. But, despite his persistence, the girl would have nothing to do with him. Marasco threatened to kidnap her if she would not marry him. She began carrying a little .22 caliber revolver every time she went out of doors.

Last night Marasco went to the Forte cottage and demanded to see Anna. He was denied admittance, and the door slammed in his face. He raised a disturbance. The Fortes sent for the police. Marasco was arrested and booked at the Maxwell street station for disorderly conduct.

Later, he was released on bond, and he spent the night wandering about the streets, and plotting revenge. He knew that Anna left the Forte home for work about 7o'clock this morning. About 6 o'clock he .took up a station in front of the" Forte home.

Mrs. Pasqualina Forte, Anna's mother, saw him there. Holding a revolver under her apron, she went to the door and ordered him to leave the neighborhood. Marasco laughed at her.

At last it was time for Anna to start for work. She stepped out on the porch. Marasco grasped her around the neck and tried to kiss her. The girl fought savagely. Mrs. Forte drew her revolver and opened fire in the general direction of Marasco. Marasco sought shelter from the flying bullets behind a peddler's wagon. Mrs. Forte's shots went wild. One of them struck Frank Alfona as he walked out of his home across the street. Alfona sank to the sidewalk. The bullet had entered his right side just below the heart.

As soon as Marasco saw that Mrs. Forte's revolver was empty, he once more grasped Anna.

Anna's thirteen-year-old sister, Carolina, ran into the house, crying to her brother, Pasquale Forte, that Marasco was murdering Anna. Pasquale had been an invalid for weeks. He has been confined to the house by a rupture. But he rushed into the kitchen, secured an axe, and ran out into the street. Anna still was in Marasco's arms.

Pasquale swung his axe six times. Four blows landed on Marasco's, head, splitting it wide open. One cut off the first finger of Marasco's left hand. One crashed through Marasco's ribs, exposing his side. Marasco died instantly. Pasquale dropped the -axe across the body of his prostrate foe, and ran down an alleyway. The police are still hunting for him.

Anna Forte, released from Marasco's savage embrace, reeled against the wall of her home for a moment; then drew her tiny revolver, and carefully fired two bullets into Marasco's dead body.

A riot call had been telephoned to the Maxwell street police station. An ambulance and carpatrol wagon drove madly up. Alfona was put; in the ambulance and taken to the Columbus Extension Hospital. He is not expected to live.

The body of Marasco was picked up. In one of his hands was found clutched a tress of Anna Forte's hair, and three of her rosary beeds. Anna Forte was taken to the Maxwell street station. She- spent the day there on her knees in the cold stone cell, counting her beads, and praying, her dark eyes wide with fear.

"I always was afraid of Marasco," she sobbed, when questioned. "He always was threatening such terrible things if I did not marry him. That is why I carried a revolver. I hated him hated him hated him! I work for a cloak-making concern on the second floor of a building at Jackson and Canal street. I had to be on the street every day going to and coming from work. Marasco knew that, and I knew that some day he would wait for me in the morning or the evening, and that he would try to carry me off. 1 was afraid of him. But now" the girl's voice changed from sobs to laughter. "He's dead, isn't he?" She asked.

And smiled.

The Day Book, April 29, 1913

A year later Pasqualina Forte and her daughter Anna were found guilty of manslaughter, and Pasquale of murder.