A BOY'S VENDETTA.

Auckland Star, Issue XXXVI, 21 October 1905, Page 11

A BOY'S VENDETTA.

After a search of nine years Antonio Carraciola, an Italian engineer, has run down the murderer of his father. In the summer of 1596 the village of Lomellina, in the province of Benevento, Italy, was one night thrown into the greatest excitement by the murder of Giovanni Carraciola, a lawyer, and one of the Liberal leaders of the province. Within an hour, says the "New York World," the entire village was in search of the murderer.

Suspicion fell npon a shoemaker named Giorgio Marchetti, who disappeared from that day. On the evidence they had against Marchetti the courts of the province, according to the rule in Italy, went on with his trial as if he had been in custody, and found him guilty ot the nwrder and sentenced him to imprisonment for life.

The murdered man left a widow and two sons. Antonio, the elder, a boy of 14. determined to find the murderer. He. sailed for Buenos Ayres, where he had heard that Marchetti had gone. When he arrived in that port Marchetti had left only two day? before. For nine years he continued his search, travelling over! 10,000 miles in North and South America. Recently Antonio Caxraciola found Marchetti as a prisoner charged with assault in the penitentiary on Blackwell's Island. New Turk- He Is norw taking steps to have the murderer extradited to Italy, where he wuT hare to undergo lmprhwraent far Ufa,

KUTCr OF MXUJO2TAIRES. 1 PES PICTUSE OF THE RICHEST MAS - | 12* THE WORLD. j John D. Rockefeller ie-.the subject of a character sketch, remarkable for its outspoken language, which appears ia the August number of an American publication, "McClure's Magazine." The writer is Miss Ida M. Tarbell r and after quoting what Mark Hanna said of Rockefeller—'•Moneymad, money mad: sane in every other respect, hut money mad"—she goes on to describe him thus:— "The impression he makes on. one who sees him for the first time is overwhelming. Brought face to face with Mr Rockefeller unexpectedly, and not knowing him, the writer's immediate thought was, 'This is the oldest man in the world — a. living mummy-' But there is no sense of feebleness with the sense of age; indeed, there i* one ot terrible power. The disease which in the last three or four years has swept Mr Rockefeller's head bare of hair, stripped away even eyelashes and eyebrows, has revealed all the strength of his great head. Mr Rockefeller is a big man, not over-tall, hut Urge, with powerful shoulders and a neck j like that of a bull. "EYES LIKE A WALL." "The head ia wide and deep and dispro- j portionately high, with canons bumps, made j more conspicuous by the. tightly-drawn, dry, naked skin. The interest of the big face lies in the eyes and month. Eyes more useful for a man of Mr Rockefeller's practices could hardly be conceived. They are small and intent and steady, and they are as expressionless as a wall. But if the eyes say nothing the month tells much. It ia ■ only a silt—the Ups are quite lost, as if by eternal grinding together ot the teeth— I teeth set on something he would have. It ■ is one of the cruellest features of his face, this month, the cruellest and most pathetic, for the hard, close-set line slants down at the corners, giving a look of age and sad- j ness. The downward droop is emphasised by deep, Tertical furrows running from each i side of his nose. Mr Rockefeller may have I made himself the richest man in the world, but he has paid. Nothing but paying ever j ploughs such lines in a man's face, eTer I sets his lips to such a melancholy angle. "To the whole fate a certain distinction j is lent by the nose, which is small and fine, rising like a thorn from between the heavy cheeks—a nose whose nostrils might vibrate i were not the man so much the master of his features. Altogether it is a strange and powerful head, and one cannot look on it \ and ever forget it." HIS OTHER SIDE. Miss Tarbell turns to the other side ot Rockefeller. "There is." she says, "probably not a public character in tbe United , States whose private life is more completely concealed than is that of John D. Rockefeller. The club never sees him. He is almost never numbered among the banqueters at great celebrations. He never appears on the platform when men of public importance gather to discuss public questions or stimulate to action in public causes. His opinions on great issues are never quoted. His three homes are all unpretending, even to the point of being conspicuous.

"There is little doubt that Mr Rockefeller's chief reason for playing golt Is that he may live longer, in order to mate more money. "He has two auvnlUons,' a lifelong intimate ot Mr Rockefeller once said—to be very old. and to be very rich.' He ia 68 years old now.

.i.The daily lifej.on hi» great estates is studiously simple. On every hand there ia frugality and carefulness.

"He is not a great man." she concludes; "not a human man. He is a machine — a money machine— stripped by his overwhelming passion of greed of every quality which makes a man worthy of citizenship. He has not made good. He cannot make good. It is not in him."