Metropolis weekly gazette. (Metropolis, Ill.) 1???-19??, 1914-07-31
LATE A. B. GROVE
Wherein Dead One" Is Galyan-
lied Into SembIance of Life
by Reversed Current.

formation bureau with the air Of q
man having something on his mind
: which he desired to dispose of quickly.
rs the manager in?" he asked short
~ and in a tone which made the girl
at the counter open her eyes In sur
prise.
NO. sir; but win you see the assist
anti"
We'll, I dunno! l want to see the
boss, but praps the other one1l do
replied the caller.
Yes, SIR" said the mild-mannered
Robert Picket, the company's chief
clerk, rs be 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
q jugful,' rejoined the caller, his eyes
fairly ablaze.
Il don't understand you,' interrupt
ed the young man. Please explain"
We'll, II you didn't, who did say
Grove was dead?"
I'm sure / don't know; I'll give 1t
up"
Not on your life: no, Stree. you
don't give 1t up, and I amt goin' to
give 1t up. either. You show me the
reporter who said Grove was a 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 Manner he exclaimed. Why.
my name is Crowe-Arthur Benjamin
Grove. That's what my name is. / am
Grove, and / 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
II 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, II nee
essary. Is that all?"
No. that's not ALL You people said
was dead, and l want an apology
published In every paper In this city,
or there's goin to be pecks of trou-
BILE"
Don't you believe 1t. 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 poor
advertising. What is your line of bust
ness?'
I'm q baker, and have been dom
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 I was dead
why. it's awful It's hurt me q
whole lot, and demand an apology
SO l do"
Baker Grove took of 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," chsmed In
Grove; and 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 & Small. where |
buy my -four, and ask them" urged
Grove
ASK them what?"
Why, ask them II one of your fool
reporters didn't tell them that I was
dead"
What's the use, my friend? am
willing to take your word for 1t that
you are alive. Now let 1t 20 at that
You must excuse me. for I'm very busy
this morning"
Not on yer life, by chiminyi" shout
ed the now thoroughly angry man.
No. street You phone Jones a
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 bookkeener
stated that he had been asked bv one
of the bureaus reporters If he knew
that Grove was dead.
And then what?' asked the mana
ger
We'll, hadn't heard of his death.
so ! sent a 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"