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.HURRAH r BOBBY'LL LIVE;
: ' AW ! LET IM CROAK
' Boston, March 9. The 'staff
of-the Western Union Telegraph
Company here is -real sotfertday.
-The trouble lay in-a series -of
vteegrams that have been handed
in during the-last thr.eeidaysatnd
Which got the staff alkwo"red;up
and excited and.sympatheric, on
ly td'find;thatT ?. Vr ' ''
Well, itAvastbisway; -
-rEarJy Thursday- mosnipga
trim little maid,with' aFrenth
accent ahd an excjted-loolprush-
ed into the office,, scribbleda Jew
lines on a telegraph blank,and
" harided ifc-in. v , " '
The telegram1 was addressed, to
George R. Wadswprthcivilen-
gineer, CleveJandO. It read:?'
VBobbie, passed restless-night.
Very -low this morning.- Physicians-Mo
not'hold butmuch hope.
Will keep you' informed hourly."
About an hour later, Ihe-maid
rushed i in' again and handed' in
another telegram, which read:
"Bobbie ate white'of egg, solu-
' tion of milk and whisky. Walked
in corridor five minutes. Seems
more cheerful. Slight hope held
out by physicians."
About an hour -later there was
another telegram, telling -how
- Bobbie had got out of bed while
: no one was-looking and walked
rightout of the room he was in
and fallen ih a. dead faint
Then the telegrams' began to
pour in, and every ' time there
k seemed a good chance of Bobbie'
pen to himand he.wpuld-suffer a
The whole staff of the Western
Union -got "interested in Bobbie,
and told their wives about him,
and. hoped he would get better in
time1 for the baseball season, and
wondered what his ailment was,
and blamed h'is nurses and doc
tors .for not attending, to him bet
ter, 'and were'sympathetic: , "
Xherii' this forenoon, the maid
rushed'inaginj'any lajd down a
telegram for WadsWorth,' heading
simply: . . . T ..
' f$obbie;win live.;'
matiorial' clerk 'forgot Himself
anothfew 'hipencil m the "air,
ahd'Jihquted. " J
"HoorayHlle veiled. "Hoo-
"What is ze matter?" asked the
maid, looking 'athim with wide
eyes.-r. ." " -
"BSbbje will 'live !" yelled the
clenk.t "Bobbie, will Kve! Gee,
I'm giad the little un 'has pulled
"WJiat, have you to , do with"
Bobbie?" asked themaid, haUght
ily. "Oh' said the clerk, rather
sheepishly, "I ain't got nothing
to do with him, -but I ,got a boy
at home myself and-r-"
"M'sieu !" interrupted the maid.
"Bobbie is not ze boy!'
"What in the, name o' baked
beans is he, then?" asked the
"Bobbie," said the maid,, as she
gathered her, skirts daintily up
and started for the door, "is ze
French bull' pup, and ze honored
pet of( ze 'great engineer, M'sieu
adsworth. I am Bobbie's
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