'HE DIDN'T TELL ME GOODBY.'
Mrs. Albert O. Dalbow Is Broken
With Grief Over Her Husband's
Sudden Death.
When Mrs. Albert O. Dalbow was notified at her home, 1210 East Forty-second street, of the death of her husband, she broke down completely and, although surrounded by women friends, could not be comforted.
"Oh! he was so good to me," she would cry over and over. "I cannot think that he is dead. He did not even get the chance to tell me goodby."
Mrs. Dalbow moaned for the greater portion of the night, repeating the one expression, "He was so good to me!"
A physician was summoned to treat her. The Dalbows had no children.
Albert Dalbow had been a member of the police force for about four years. The first year he served as a probation officer, as is required of all new officers, and after that time he was transferred to station No. 1, known as headquarters, where he was part of the "reserve force." This means that an officer may be called at any time to help suppress a riot or trouble in any part of the city. It is accounted by patrolmen as one of the most arduous as well as the most dangerous stations on the force.
Dalbow gained the reputation of never flinching when duty called and, although he had faced many dangers, it was a seemingly harmless "religious meeting" which caught him unprepared and caused his death.
