The daily monitor leader. [volume] (Mount Clemens, Mich.) 1942-19??, 1942-12-28

They looked away from each
other. The game had stopped.
Johann had the uncomfortable
feeling that everything they said
was directed at him, that he was
the outsider among them, and in
spite of all he had tried, could
never be anything else. We'll, y
he said, well. let's get on.
What's wrong?"
The man with the brandy
leaned forward over the table.
You know, he drawled, there
are some words that mean the
same thing in German as IN
Norwegian"
"Yes?" And the boy frowned
surprisedly. What words?"
"Quisling,' the man said
slowly.
Johann started up, face GRIM
son with anger and hurt. He
had tried so hard to be one of
them. But now such a hatred,
and SO much of his fathers stub
borness surged up in him that
he would as lief have gone back
TO the village, if he had dared.
"Quisling?" he said. "Quisling.
You mean traitor? l thought you
were Germans, and were fight
ing for a new order that would
stop all wars, all imperialism,
all explorations. That's why !
fight. And with an ideal like
that before you, what do old
national boundaries or Ian
guages mean? What difference
does it make If I'm Norwegian
and you're German, SO long as
we fight for the same things?
There are no more nations.
There are simply those fighting
for what they know is the fut-
ure, and those who are trying
to obstruct. If Quisling be-
lieves in the new world, I'll say
Long live gushing" He stop
ped, pale and breathless, and
was about to turn when he
heard his own name called be-
hind him.
He wheeled. The corporal,
with a CHASTITY face, was just
walking past, and there in the
office door stood the captain
himself.
Herr Stensgard, could you
come in for a moment?"
He heard the men spring to
attention behind him, and tried
to assume military bearing
himself. "Of course, Herr Kapi-
tan"
KONG went into the office.
The boy resisted the temptation
to look back, though the soldiers
were whispering excitedly to-
gether.
The corporal said in a low
voice, Karl Fischer has been
murdered in the village. His
body was found in the harbor.'
Johann, though he had no idea
who the man was, felt curious
uneasiness come over him, but
hearing the stunned silence at
the table, feeling how they we're
all looking at him, he dared
hesitate no longer. He walked
into the office and shut the door
behind him.
There was a sharp edge to the
captains first greeting that
made him feel at once that he
ought to be on his guard.
KONG sat down, hands flat on
the desk. Let's get to the
point" he said. Your record
with Nasjonal Samling in Oslo
is excellent. Are you prepared
to do your duty here as well?"
Eyes, of course" Johann
looked uncertainty about for a
chair, but every one of them was
covered with books and papers.
you have been living in the
village in the mayors house."
Il had very little chance to
get about" Johann broke in.
MY father, you know -"
Unless the man subscribes to
Nasjonal Samling you cannot re-
gard him as your father. He is
a person suspect like all the
rest
Johann wet his lips. Eyes,
Herr Kapitan. Of course"
Very well. We shall know
how to deal with such people.
Our eyes have been opened.
Now, what report have you to
make on the time you were liv-
ing in his house?"
Il L saw very little" Jo-
ham said, and realized what
fool he had been not to take ad-
vantage of his stay in the viii
lage. Il think :. groups held
meetings here and there" He
was making a stab to prove he
had not wasted all his time.