The daily worker. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1924-1958, 1933-04-15

NAL weakness of a kitchen lamp.
He looked round It was the only
bed in the Iow-ceilinged room. A
clean white table-clOth covered the
chest. In the shadow of the lamp
reflector, there was white enamel
washbasin, the surface Of which was
covered with light red, frothy blood
MARTA DIES
The light fell on the thin pallor
of woman's face. But when the
policeman placed the hand hanging
from the bed on the cover, he felt
q small flutter of life in the cold
bloodless body. Too faint, however,
to expect anything from a doctor
urgently summoned, but a certificate
of death, Section 2: Cause of death:
galIoping consumption and hemOrr-
hage." No. The real cause was some
thing different, thought P c. Wuell-
ner. 49,.
For over half an hour he had sat
watching the white face of the dying
woman. The silence Of the night was
grim.
The woman's chin was pushed for
ward curiously. The nose became thin
and sharp. A thin hght-red streak
of blood ran over the face out of the
corner Of the embittered mouth-and
then the faint movement of the sunk
en- chest stopped.
In a drawer he found a few wage
envelopes from the firm of Lowen-
thai and Co., costumiers:
Work delivered from 18th to 22nd
March, 1929:
For eight finished dresses, size
38, at 2 marks apiece .,..., Is Nix.
Advance OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES. 10 NIX.
Balance ............. s Nix.
Berlin, March 26th, 1929.
Underneath this there was a health
insurance card: Mrs. Marta Fischer
widow; born, 4th July, 1894, &C.
cupation dressmaker." Mortified, he
looked across the bed. This woman
with the frrrowed face of an old
woman-was only thirty-five. He had
taken the sobbing child with him to
the police station. Next morning he
was called for and taken to the mu-
nicipal orphanage.
The half an hour spent in that
room had made P. c. Wuellner very
thoughtful. What sort Of life must
that have been, which had left the
dTessmaker Marta Fischer torn and
broken. although only thirty-five
years old!
PREPARING FOR MAY DAY
The application to the northern
district inspector for a transfer to
smother area which police, constable
Wullner asked for on the same day
was refused.
Don't you, long-service man, feel
ashamed Of yourself, flying from the
enemy at this critical moment? Take
an example from your younger col
leagues! Did you serve in the WARP"
YES. sir"
Well, then-you aren't afraid of
these red hooligans, Ell, Wuellner?"
mo, sir"
''If had not received a good re-
port from your superior. I could al
most believe that you felt sympathy
for this undisciplined mob!-Your
NATURALIZATION nunDerP
"23o4, sir" The district command
er made note in his book.
No sobstuff on Wednesday, you
understand, Wullner. I don't want
to hear any complaints about you'll
DiSrniSs!"
constable Wullner paused for a
- nent in the empty guard room. He
was stunned. OF course he was a
long-seryice man. At the sound of
this hated PrusSian officers snarl,
something snapped automatically in
his brain. Heels click, fingers stretch,
chin up, chest out: Yes, sir. &.
No, sir. Dismiss hold your
tongue .. get outl He CRASHED his
teeth in fury. They that hammered
well into you Flight from the
enemy" the colonel had said to him.
So they were-euemies? The dress
maker Marta Fischer had also been
an enemy?
The door from the passage was sud
denly wrenched open, the adiutant
Of the command entered. Wullner
came to his senses with a shock, sa-
luted clumsily and left the room.
The colonel rayed. The storm
broke over the head Of the surprised
sdtutant. "That's the fourth today,
IN my area, who wants to desert.
Have these fellows suddenly gone
mad, or what on earth is the matter?
And always it's my best men, the
older ones, who have been on duty
here for years."
Pardon, sir" the lieutenant ven
sured to reply, 1T appears as If the
old service men don't get on with the
emergency detachments We have
received reports from several areas
SAT-"
The colonel flared up again: Ma
turally we must ask these gentlemen
for their permission to shoot UP this
red gang Of Jews--No, my dear Bod
din, the men have been corrupted by
the blackguards, they have been sta
toned too long in this area. It's
been too cosy here these last years
that's alll"
Certainly, sir" the adjutant hss-
tened to reply, "al this silly talk OF
Peoples Police makes these fellows
soft"
WE CAN RELY ON THEM
The colonel took q cigarette out OF
q silver box on the desk. With
short stiff bow, the sdjutant offered
match to his superior.
Thanks, Boddin." The colonel
had Gained down o little.
'T think, you know, these damned
newspapers are to blame. If you
read what the whole press writes,
with one voice from the Deutsche
Taxeszeitung to the Yorygarts about