Walker Lake bulletin. (Hawthorne, Nev.) 1883-1926, 1914-08-22
LATE A. B. GROVE
Wherein dead One" Is GaIvan-
lied Into Semblance of Life
by Reversed Current.
BY GEORGE EDWARD sTREETER.

a. Iho Couulci OPcu uSl eyes III SuA-
prise.
mo, sir; but will you see the assist
anti"
We'll, I dunno! l want to see the
boss, but p'raps the other one'll dc"
replied the caller.
Yes, sir" said the mild-mannered
Robert Picket, the company's chief
clerk, as he approached the counter.
Are you the man who said A. B.
Grove was dead?" demanded the stran-
ger.
No, sir; not yet" replied the clerk
with half-smile on his face.
This is no laughing matter-not by
a joyful" rejoined the caller, his eyes
fairly ablaze.
Il don't understand you," interrupt
ed the young man. Please explain"
We'll, If you didn't, who did say
Grove was dead?"
Pm sure l don't know; I'll give 1t
up"
Not on your life; no, Stree, you
don't give it up, and l amt goin' to
give it up, either. You show me the
reporter who said Grove was dead
one,' shouted the visitor.
Il want to see him." he added sig
nificantly.
And who are you, sir? What is
your manner" asked Picket in his usual
soft, even tone. which seemed only
to add fuel to the others wrath.
my name?' he exclaimed. "Why,
my name is Crowe-Arthur Benjamin
Grove. That's what my name Is. am
Grove, and l amt dead, dye seer"
TOO bad rejoined the clerk; and
then, before the stranger could speak
again, he added: That's all right, Mr.
Crowe-you're not dead"
of course I'm not; that's what
brings me here. Dead! No, indeed!
If was dead. wouldn't have come
would II"
Hardly" agreed Picket, who began
to doubt the sanity of his visitor
Don't you worry. Mr.. Grove; I'll
vouch for you not being dead. If nee
essary. Is that all?"
mo. that's not all. You people said
l was dead, and / want an apology
published in every paper in this city,
or there's goin' to be pecks of trou-
ble"
Don't you believe It. You're mis-
taken. Trouble comes to most peo-
pie after they are dead
ITO put such an item in the papers
would be stupid. That would be Door
advertising. What is your line of bust
ness?"
I'm a baker, and have been doin'
business right here in this city for over
ten years; and now, after all this time
for your reporter to send out informa-
ton that / was dead
why, it's awful. It's hurt me a
whole lot, and demand an apology
so l do"
Baker Grove took off his hat. mop
ping his brow; for he had grown very
red in the face, and very hot all over.
AT that moment the manager en-.
tered the office, and Picket signaled
to him. introducing Grove:
Mr.. Thomas, this is A. B. Grove.
who claims we reported he was dead.
and he has called to deny It,"
"Of course, deny it," chimed in
Grove; land you fellers will have to
apologize in every paper Of this CITY,"
Won't you step into my private Of
fee, Mr.. Grove? Let us talk this thing
over"
The two men entered the managers
room.
All the reports ever written regard
Ing Grove were called for; and. upon
being examined, 1t was found that
nothing had ever been issued to the
effect that he had gone to his reward
But the irate baker was not satisfied
You phone Jones G Small, where I
buy my flour. and ask them" urged
Grove.
ASK them what?"
why. ask them If one of your fool
reporters didn't tell them that I was
dead"
What's the use, my friend? | am
wiling TO take your word for It that
you are alive. Now let it go at that
You must excuse me, for I'm very busy
this morning"
Not on yer life, by chiminy!" shout.
ed the now thoroughly angry man.
No. Stree! You phone Jones q.
Small, or there'll be trouble for Won
and the whole bloomin' outfit"
To appease him, Mr. Thomas did call
up the grocery firm. whose bookkeeper
stated that he had been asked by one
of the bureaus reporters il he knew
that Grove was dead.
And then what?" asked the mana.
ger.
well, hadn't heard of his death .
so l sent clerk out to his shop. and
while he was gone Grove walked into
the warehouse. told him heard he
was dead.
And that made him mad. / sun.
pose"
And then you told him to come I'M