Weekly Trinity journal., 1877-11-24
HELLER'S TRICKS.

When Heller, the magician, arrived in
the city on Friday last he directed the
hackman to drive him to the Parker
House. Reaching the hotel, he stepped
briskly up to the clerks desk and was
soon surrounded by host Of old friends,
including DR.. Tompkins Of the Boston
Theater, Arthur Cheney, II. C. jarrett,
Frank Chanfrau and a dozen others. -
Amid the hearty greetings came rough
voice, which soon attracted general atten-
ton.
1t appears that the hackman hadn't
been paid.
"What is it, my good friend what are
you yelling to me about ?" demanded
Mr.. Heller.
II wants me fare. l saw you skip
away. Two dollars for you and the la
dy."
This answer created laugh among the
magican's friends.
81 know paid you, rascal" exclaim
ed Mr.. Heller.
"DiviI cent"
"You put it in your hat. Hand it to
me ~ and, to the CONSERVATION Of Jehu,
there was bright, clean two dollar note
taken from the lining of his cady and
helc up to the gaze ofthe rapidly increas-
ing crowd. Cabby stood transfxed with
wonder.
81 am afraid Of your future, mysdear
fellow, and advise you to alter your
course" interposed Mr. jarrett.
"Be virtuous and you will be happy"
was the advice Of Mr.. Cheney.
"This after all our boastcd New Eng
land civilization and moral advance.
ment ~ added Mr.. Chanfrau.
"If this thing should get abroad !" was
DR.. Tompkin's alarming exclamation.
"Think Of your wife and children
Repent ere it is too late," was the kindly.
toned proposition OF Mr.. Heller.
"Look here, gintlemen, this is all good
enough, and yez hev me tanks. But
may never see a sxpence ngin but
wasn't paid, and that bill / never saw be.
fore in all me born days. / didn't have q
cnt about me-" and the indigr ant hack.
man slapped his hands on his coat pock.
cts.
You have no other money on youl
person ?" demanded Mr.. Heller.
"No !" said the driver unhesilatingly
"What's this, and this, and this, and
this ?" inquired the magician, as he deli
cately pulled bank note first from the
poor cabman'. side pocket, then one from
his coat cuff another from his pantaloon'
pocket, and another from his boot-top.-
MY friend" continued Mr. Heller, in q
voice sottened by swelling emotion, the
while the crowd around moaned with ex.
cess of sorrow over the sad exhibition Of
| human depravity, "you are not yet lost,
but you are on the brink of ruin. We
all feel for you don't we gentlemen p
And groans came in response.
"Looli here, me friends" cried the
hackman, "this here thing is played out
I'm not the worst man IN the world''-
when to his utter horror, the magician
interrupted him to take from his coat
pockets, hat, trousers and boot tops, not
only grecnbacks and plenty af silver coin
but pens, blotting paper, matches, blank
cards and the general invoice of station
cry usually found on hotel desk.
"Man, who are you anyhow ?" cried
the poor fellow, as he crossed himself and
commenced to back out.
"Hawkshaw the detective !" shouted
jarrett, as he struck an attitude.
MY name is Norval," replied Mr.
Heller.
"Tis CIiGord's voice, if ever Clifford
spoke" added Mr.. Cheney.
"I'm thy fathers spirit" groaned Mr.
Chanlrau. And by this time the per-
turbed driver had reached the street
shouts of laughter falling on his ear, an(
with another surprise awaiting him. Mr.
Heller had placed So noto in his YES
pocket - Boston IrdUeier.