The Daily Worker Newspaper, June 28, 1929, Page 3

WOR ‘CEMUEIN It GLADKOV Translated by A. S. Arthur and C. Ashleigh All Rights Reserved—International Publishers, N. Y. Gleb Chumalov, Red Army Commissar, returns to his town on the Black Sea after the Civil Wars to find the great cement works, where he had formerly worked as a mechanic, in ruins and the life of the town disorganized. He discovers a great change in his wife, wJasha, whom he has not seen for three years. She is no longer the conventional wife, dependent on him, but has become a woman with a life of her own, a leader among the Communist women of the town. he her to one side. It was the four Cossacks who were pushing Fimka and Petro with their rifles. Submissively and silent, taking short steps, and without turning back, they went. But when they were a little distance away, Fimka cried out and flapped her arms like a bird fluttering. She tried to run hack, began to wave her arms madly. “Dasha! Dasha, dear! What are they doing with me, Dasha?” » They pushed her on, swearing at her; she shrieked, stumbled, then ell on the sand. They seized her arms and dragged her to her feet. he walked a few steps in silence, then stopped and shouted con- ernedly to Dasha: “Dasha, what have I done? mobile!” Again a storm of oaths drowned her words, and she was violently shoved forward. There in front of them on a sandy headland which melted into the sea like a dull red mass, where the sea, without reflecting any lights, receded into a singing darkness—there Dasha saw dim shadows that seemed to be dancing, drunken. ~ Again Fimka’s shrill shriek. “I don’t want to! I can’t! my own eyes!” Right up to the volley she did not stop crying out. “Go away! Go away! With my own eyes, I want——!’ (Hea * AS when they fired, it seemed to Dasha that the sea clamored and sang with Fimka’s cries. A shadow came close to Dasha, “For the last time: show us who is working with the Greens. I give you my word of honor to let you go home at once then. Or—do you see? ah * seemed as though a great crowd flung itself upon her, throwing . * I have left my shawl in the auto- To die young—I want to see it with ” In a minute you will be over there’! And Dasha replied as before, putting on that foolish air. “I’m only a woman; I can’t tell who is Green and who is not Green. I’ve my little daughter Nurka, and I work... . For one must live.” And she began to cry. She was really crying, but it was not she who cried, but Nurka, her little daughter, within her heart, fluttering like a little bird. “All right then! Get hold of this fool, now. there by his hands and feet.” And they dragged away Efim. And this time. one report instead of a volley. Again the shadow of the officer approached her, “I give you half a minute’s time.” “But what can I say? Well—shoot! Shoot, then!” She felt that only a moment would pass, and then she would fall on the sand convulsed like Fimka, and she would cry ougloudly. Her heart was melting and breaking up. t eee Carry him over Dasha heard only . 'UDDENLY she scemed to be flung through the air, and her head banged against some iron. Again the lorry was shaking and rattling; again the stars scin- tillated like golden gems within arms’ reach, and over the mountain the sky burned like a fiery mist. This time they did not throw her into the cellar, but led her into the other room, where the officers had spoken with her. The young Colonel, without looking at her, said carelessly and distinctly: “Engineer Kleist has made himself responsible for you. We have no confidence in you, but we have in him.” . . - Motia’s a good woman and aygood friend . . . and at this very. time her children were dying from the plague. . . . “You can go,” the vindictive Colonel was saying. “But remember, if you get caught again you'li never return home any more. And remember another thing: nothing has happened to you here and your eyes have seen nothing. And if ever you blab the same will happen to you as did to those dogs. Clear out of here! March!” After this Dasha never shuddered again; and always her eyebrows » were knit in a deep frown, from that time on. ‘ 'HE said nothing to anyone; yet learned to speak in season and to the purpose. She never got home until midnight, and her room «became stained with damp, and full of cobwebs; and dust settled in the corners. The flowers at the windows faded and dried up. Her face grew paler and her eyes cold and transparent. She passed many hours at Motia’s home, with that good friend and housewife. She be- came friendly with Savchuk and Gromada and would sit a long time in the yard of the factory with the hunch-back, Loshak. They were se- eretly preparing*to welcome the Red Army. She acquainted Loshak, Gromada and Savchuk with her secret ‘k. Once they used to sleep at night-time and look at the mountains by day and now their eyes were.sleepless in the nights, and in the daytirne they seemed blind. Soldiers came, with a dumb questioning in their eyes. They pre- tended they had come to play the fool, to amuse themselves with the young widows. They came once or twice, then disappeared; then in their places came others. And where the first ones had gone to no one could tell from Dasha’s expressionless face. Thus it was, for the first time, of her own free will, without being untrue to Gleb in her own soul, Dasha had relations with other men; and when she rezalled it she had no regret. It was as if this had he- come part gf her perilous work under the eyes of the counter- espionage. Some dull-eyed soldier would come to her and would not go away into the mountains; and would say from his heart: “I can’t go like this without you, Dasha. I can’t be like a wild beast in the woods. Embrace me for the last time. There will be no terror for me afterwards.” « * It is true there were moments when she also lost her head, but | this was her sacrifice. Why was this sacrifice more than her life? Yet this moment filled the man with strength and courage. aa IN the harbor, British ships lay at anchor, taking on board crowds rich and highly born people’ who had fled from the'north. And somewhere behind the mountains, the earth shook with a dull subterranean thunder, and at night shells flashed in the sky like shoot- ing-stars. . On one hot spring morning, rayed with the sun, when one could not distinguish the sky from the sea and the quivering air from the trees in bloom, Dasha, her red kerchief round her head, strode through the rubble and the corpses of men and horses, through the stench which came from the panic-stricken death of the White hordes—into the town to look for Communists. She went quite alone, while the citizens and workers, still terrorized, did not dare to come out of their holes, She went on; her eyes and her head-band burned among the sunny beams and in the blue of the sky and the sea. Her eyes burned with an amber lustre, and the band, scarlet like fresh blood. She met some Red soldiers on horseback, with red arm-bands on their uniform sleeves, and these arm-bands glowed like flaming poppies. She looked at them and laughed, and they beckoned her, laughing also and shouted, “Hurrah for the Red kerchief! Hurrah!” Hurrah for the Red woman! * * CE0gseD, Gleb lay for a long time without moving, his head in Dasha’s lap, without being able to speak. Here she was—his Dasha. She sat near him like his own wife; the same voice, the same face and hands, and the heart beating as before. But this was not the Dasha of three years ago; that Dasha had gone from him forever, An inexpressible tenderness shook him painfully. He embraced her with trembling hands, and, choking, fighting back tears, he moaned with anger, helplessness and fondness. | “Dasha, my dove! Ah, if I’d been here in those days when you were suffering alone. . . . If I had only known! And now my heart is bursting, Dasha. You were sleeping with strangers. - . . Dasha! lL could strike you and torture you. . . . Oh, why did you tell me this, Dasha’? But I cannot lift my hand to you... . My hand was with- ered—curse it! But you . . . you—alone with the soldiers... . Can I understand it? Dasha! Well, so be it. I can’t make laws for you. .'. . But I’ve nobody dearer than you. . . - You are alive. You went alone, and you found your own ways of fighting. Dasha, my ve, my darling!” ae you're a good man. You're stupid, Gleb, but you're good!” so they stayed until night fell, sitting closely embraced; as had not sat since the days of their marriage. i i * FRAMED WORKER DAILY sault, but charges against all but ten were dropped. Attempts were | jmade to frame these ten on murder | ‘charges, but so feeble was the evi- | dence that the charges.were changed | inciting to riot, disorderly con. duct, etc. They are still to come to trial and are being defended by the International Labor Defense. | to EXTRADITION OF The arrest two years later of Ac- corisi, who was not even present at | the demonstration, but was at his home four miles from Cheswick, is | an effort to find a scapegoat at any | cost. The methods of the capitalist | police are well known in such cases land it is feared that if he is ex- tradited to Pennsylvania, Accorisi will be put through the brutal third degree in an effort to extort 2 “con- fession.” New Cheswick Victim ‘Charged With Murder (Special to the Daily Worker.) ALBANY, N. Y., June —The new ‘Cheswick frame-up, in which an innocent worker is being charged with murder, given a great thrust forward today by Governor Roosevelt when he held effective the extradition papers issued for Sal- was The International Labor Defense is planning to wage a vigorous fight to smash this new frameup of a mil- litant worker. KER, NEW YORK, FRIDAY, JUNE 28, 1929 — SOCIALISTS FAH. TO PASS GEREN ray | te as @ weapon 32 jospecially now, that German we ainst the worke! ver 7,000 workers were sentenced | junder it during the 1924-25 period } » long prison terms. It is ne ers are beginning to oust sccialists from » union positions and to demonstrate against suppression of Lt 59 7 AAU the Red Front F ue and | {i imperialist y ebel, the so- cial dem of police of . bes a4 Berlin nee a legal backing Hindenburg Statement ‘or new 1 of the workers oo ae + like the M ood hath he pre. Denies War Guilt jared this y BERLIN, June octal mpc we Epon demoeratie part togtine Siena athe © through its propos yn for ion of the r time of the infamous three rs * the protection of the re- pul ‘The ated in a bloc nd re- iona parties to pass this legis- ion, which has been very useful vatore Acco: is now in Staten Island jail, having been ar- rested on the report of an officer | as the person who fired the shot that killed state trooper Holt dur. ing a Sacco-Vanzetti demonstra- tion in Cheswick, Pa., Aug. 1927. | Governor Roosevelt, getting hi tip | |frm the state of Pennsylvania, re- fused to hear the two witnesses for | W. W. Weinstone, district organizer the defense who appeared before | Section’ 2, will address the func- Fite, api nae Hl one ‘confagence of section 2 at [hoe De: pite the proofs advanced | eee oe vor, 38 Cnion Sa jby Isaac Shorr, attorney ‘for the] at 6 p. m. today. |New York District of the Interna- iT BROOKLYN — East New York Unit, C. Y. L. An open air meeting will be held |tomorrow at the corner of Hinsdale jand Sutter Ave. ‘Labor and |tional Labor Defense, which is fight- {ing the extradition of Accorisi, he | decided to uphold the extradition and jadjourned the hearing to permit the district attorney to submit corrected papers, The Cheswick cases are the after- Fraternal raath of a brutal onslaught on a Sac- j i |eo-Vanzetti demonstration in Ches- Organizations |wick, a Pennsylvania mining town, |by state troopers, who ruthlessly rode down and slugged men, women __MANHATTAN Communist Activities MANHATTAN Jian Section 2 Functionaries Conference. | Yorkville Communist Youth L be Pu I h * * * A membership mee ting will E et Harlem Progressive Yo! A. summe: igh Club. uth the socialists hissed. | there social demo: vigorous spea socialists. 3 for extension it, with s not a ed for On announcement of the defeat For a redt, m as the nnection with the y of the signing of Die Naturfreunde. | al meeting—probably the last | 7 © year—will be held tonight at | 36 . Sst St hike to Juarries, Sunday. bway station. ‘For Any Kind of Insurance” ARL BRODSKY Telephone: Murray fil. 5556 7 East 42nd Street, New York end children. Statg trooper Hoit Gastonia Protest. ms "4 mn | \was killed by a shot fired by an rn-} A mass meeting to Bie earct Progressive Bakers i the tonia frame-ups will be held slenic, which wr 5 | known hand. A large number of tanine avauiiian ‘ace flied Wimalenil a: ia ple Sy be held | |workers were arrested after the as- Club, 692 Fourth Ave, Speeches will | paguv@ay i has | |*AMUSE ISADORA DUNCAN DANCERS ARE APPEARING ABROAD “Luther” at the Little; Carnegie Playhouse S. Hurok, manager for the Duncan Beginni> today the Little Car- negie Playhouse will present the} American Premiere of “Luther,” a film of the reformation poriod, on 45 i if % ; 5 4 well-known Russian artists will make Pusoiine cs Martins Dubber. a short tour of France, Belgium and It was produced by Cob-Film, Ber- |Ttaly, The Isadora Duncan Dancers dora Duncan Dancers in Paris on July 2, After this performance the known European artists with Eugene |tour in October, opening in New| Kloopfer in the title role. The direc-| york in Carnegie Hall with four tor and scenarist is Hans Kysor. performances, A special accompanying music! Hurok, also cables his office that |score has been arranged from the|he has just signed » contract with music of Wagner, Gluct, Bach and | Askudaro, the noted Spanish dancer. original Lutheran hymns and|He may be seen here early next chorals. season. MENTS-] Dancers who is now in Europe, has | | arranged an appearance of the Isa-| lin, and enacted by a cast of well-| yeturn to this country for a second | ¢ led to a date t nounced next month food for the event, ——— ] BRONX | Sacco-Vanzetti be an- | Tickets will be International Labor Defense, Sydney LeRoy will lead discussion on the Gastonia strike at the month- ly meeting of the branch at 2:30 p m., Mondy, July 1, at 1472 ton Road, | ae a ee Bronx Workers Athletic Club. Meet at 1347 Boston Rd, for hike to White Plains Sunday, [_——BROORTYN-—— Council 17, U. C. W. W. A concert, dance supper will’ be given V vatmens’ Inn at 1133 Brighton I Ave. tomorrow at 8.20 p. m. mee the and at Cauc the Women’s Council 18, Boro Park. ‘The International Labor Defense will benefit from a strawberry fes- tival to be held at 1373 43rd Street tomorrow. 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In the first instalment, printed yesterday, the author tells how, after being beaten unconscious by the first mate of his ship, he goes into the city of Port au Prince, Haiti, with $1.50 in his pocket. In the American Bar he meets an Englishman, George Hey, and they form an acquaintance. They go out on the street where the author ruck by the wretched, half-starved condition of the natives. PN con to this now and again you would see a luxurious auto- * mobile loaded with the colonists singing and drinking as they went. her down the si st we came abreast. of a bourgeois restaurant. He sugz d that we go in for a bite to eat. The people of Haiti are divided into three distinct c have first the aristocra The aristocrats are the jack the oppc y and means to go to Paris to obtain an education. h of well-spoken franchised parasites.” Their only support is thru graft. - American graft... . re no better. They are the kind that have received a the hands of the local French priests. All of them tain the sphere of the aristocracy. you have the kind that are agai the puppet president, iving toe Borno. inst him because they are not able to share in the graft tha ded outyat present. They believe in direct action. For their own benefit. f comes the immense horde of the poorer class, peasants, They form the overwhelming majority. The . Bub as they do not know how to read or 1 in the art of international politics, they are s in power. ’ * 3 I said, we had entered the rendezvous of the second kind. As we entered we were the object of hostile glares. A white man is not supposed to go into a restaurant and eat with the natives in Haiti. T I was told by George as we were carefully picking our way thru the filth that was covering the floor into a corner. I barely got missed by ow who was engaged in washing his mouth and loudly ejecting the surplus on the floor. You see, Jack, most of the white men here are sent from the United States on contracts. The majority of them are making salaries beyond expectation. They do not have to come into places like this, and they don’t, Not unless they are drunk,” he added reflectively. I did not bother to answer. I knew thru the little experience that 1 had acquired in my wanderings in the tropics the policy of the all- imperial Wall Street eagle. I knew too well the pantomime and farces the governments put up by it were enacting in different countries. N the meantime the garcon had come to our table. I had ordered the traditional red beans and rice and some morue. Morue is a great Gelicacy in Haiti. It’s cod-fish boiled in oil, with garlic, onions, red pepper and a sprinkling of vinegar. ne “What are you thinking of doing, Jack?” George suddenly asked, tartling me as I was manfully fighting to avoid the swallowing of a recalcitrant bone from the morue. “Get a jod!...” I managed to answer. my mouth full. nued ‘™m came here. keeps a chap from starving. full of the red beans. Starving, I thought. A man eating the sort of swill that we were / cating could not starve, but would come darn close to it. I reflected unknowing that a day would come in Haiti that I would jump at a chance to eat the same sort of swill. ue * George con king for the Electric Light: Company, have been since I Of course its no blooming bed of roses, you know, but it ” He finished while gouging his mouth * d washed down my repast with a glass of the none-too- T took out one of my last Chesterfields, settled back nair as comfortably as its narrow back permitted, then asked clean v in my ck George: “Where is the company office? And how does one get there?” Before he answered George called the garcon over, lighted one of his ewn Republicaine native cigarettes, took a deep puff, then said: “I'm off duty this afternoon, and I’ll be glad to show you around, “Take your cap and let’s get out of here” he added. He paid on, gave him five cents tip, and we went out. By the end of the afternoon George had kept his word. He had shown me where the Electric Light Company was, and also where I could obtain a place to sleep that night for three gourdes (sixty cents U.S. money). I decided that the best I could do was to get a good night’s rest, as I had been up since four o'clock that morning. I would be fresh and fit to interview my future master. * * * Jac HAT night I fell asleep to the harmonious melody played by a few friendly mos .. But that didn’t bother me, in fact it was a relief from the bed-bugs and the hard wooden bunks of my erst- while home, the atonia. That night I dreamed that the under- dogs of this world d vnited at last and were beating up buckoe- mates by boat-load’!... Next morning I awoke quite early, washed and went down- stairs. An old lady with beautiful whiskers was the apparent lordress over the kitchen. I ordered two eggs and a cup of coffee. I think that she misunderstood me. She brought what appeared to be young chickens, or was it eggs tottering in senility?... I could not quite make sure. As I remember she is the only one that done me credit on my personal appearance. She thought that I a millionaire in disguise! She charged me forty cents for my bountiful breakfast without batting an eye-lid! I remonstrated and gave her a sermon on christianity, the good lord and all that, just s I had seen a priest at one time. But it didn’t work. I withdrew tily, admitted defeat, paid her and went out. She had commenced calling all the gods in creation to her rescue!... =f * * * if learned a few months later that the same old lady used to create just as much fuss and called on her usual retinue of gods when a poor country peasant was endeavoring to get twenty cobs, four cents gold for three eggs! I went down to the Electric Light’s office and waited for the Almighty W. E, Bleo to make his appearance. Bleo is one of the chief Hight-Camuck in Port au Prince. One of the dukes, barons or what-cha call them of industry. He is one of the most danger- ous and one of the worst hypocrites that I have encountered in the West Indies, carefully hiding his black heart beneath a well put-up mask of benevolence, aided by nature. His exterior is so benign that you would give him God without confession, as the French say. A good friend’ of churches, Giving all the funds necessary to keep the ignorant Haitians under the spell of catholicism. He is one of the outstanding figures holding Haiti under the sanguinary fangs of Wall Street, Just Imagine!... A laborer in the Electrie Light Company is paid 15 cents American money a day!... A skilled electrician gets either 50 or 60 cents, depending on how much graft or pull he has with the petty officials of the company. . Tell me, how can they live on that?... You can’t get a decent meal in a restaurant without paying 75 cents or more for it. Of course they exist on bread, fruit and green bananas, as they are forced to, But, who in the devil wants to live on that if he can get something else? Is that common decency? I ask you?... It’s a hell of a way to teach the heathen christianity, by exploiting them. oF course my voice is only lost in the desert. But watch out: I believe that no matter how unfertile the soil might be or how hard the foundation is, the seed of truth will always ripen. x I had been in the Company’s office over a half an hour, when his Dignity Bleo, came in. He had just stepped out of one of his Packards. Chewing his cigar, he entered his private sanctum. When he passed me I said good-morning, but he never bothered answering me. Why should he? I wasn’t a human being after all. I was only one of those seamen that have jumped ships in the Tropics. A beach-comber. I could easily be bought for a glass of rum, or if not, a well-placed kick would do the trick... So he must of thought, . I wes made to wait another half hour; his secretary then told me to enter the inner office. It was scantily furnished. Three plain chairs, a big mahogany desk, Bleo droning behind it, and a few war pictures—thot was all. ‘ (To Be Continued, od.)