The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1877-11-08
Heller and the Hackman.

Heller ana TIE Hacknan.
When Heller, the magician, arrive
in this city on Friday last, he directe
the hackman TO drive him TO the Parke
House. Reaching the hotel he steppe'
briskly up to the clerks desk, and wa
soon surrounded by host If old friends
including DIR. Tompkins, of the Boston
theatre, Arthur Cheney, Henry {. Jar
rett, Frank Chanfrau and dozen others
Amid the hearty greetings came
rough voice, which soon attracted gen
oral attention.
It appears that the hackman hadnt
been paid.
"What is it, my good friend what
are you yelling to me abouty" demand
sd Mr.. Heller.
al wants me fare. saw you skip
away. Two dollars for you and the
lady,"
This answer created a laugh among
the msgIciau's friends.
( al know paid you, you rascal" ex-
claimed Mr.. Heller.
"Divh a ciut."
"You put it in your hat. Hand 1t 10
me !" and 10 the CONSERVATION Of Jehu
there was a bright, clean two-dollar note
taken from the Inning Of his cady and
held up to the gaze of the rapidly in.
creasing crowd. Cabby stood transhx-
ed with wonder.
"l'm afraid ofyour future, my poor
fellow; and advise you to alter your
course, )" interposed Mr. Jarrett.
"Be virtuous and you'll 30 happy,
Was the advice OF Cheney.
seThis after all our boosted New Eng
land civilization and moral advance
ment," added Mr.. Chanfrau.
''lf this thing should get abroad !"
was DR. Tompkins' alarming exclame-
uon.
HThink oi your vito and children.
Repent ore it be- too late, was the Kind
ly-tonod proposition of Mr.. Heller.
"Look mere, glntIemen, this as all
good enough, and yez have me tanks.
But may never see a sixpence again
but wasn't paid, and that bill never
Jaw before ia all me born days | didn't
have clint about me-" and the indig-
nsnt hackman slapped his hands on his
coat pockets.
tiAfH tit OlhOA ttACtNf wa tt''
person 2" demanded Mr. Heller
"No." said the driver, unhcsilaling!y.
whats this, and this, and this, and
his? inquired the magician, as he dol
icatolv pulled O bank note first from the
poor cabman's side coat pocket, then
one from his cuff, another from his pan
falcons pocket, then another from a
boot Top. "My friend continued Mr..
Heller, in voice softened by swelling
emotions, while tho crowd moaned with
excess of sorrow over the sad exhibition
Of human depravity, "you arc not yctI
lost, but you arc on the brink Of ruin.
We all feel for you don't We gent!emeny"
And groans csmo in response.
"Look hero, me friends" cried the
hackman. "this hore things played out.
I'm not tho worst man in the world,
when to his utter horror the magician
stopped him TO take from his coat peck.
cts, hat, trousers, end boot tops, not
only greenbacks and plenty Of silver
coin, but pens, blotting paper, matches,
blank cards, Gnd the general invoice OF
stationery usually 20 be found on a
hotel desk.
sMan, who are you. anyhow cried
the poor fellow, rs no crossed himself,
and commenced 10 back out.
"HawI1shaw, the detectivel" cried Jar
ret, as he struck an rttitude.
any nsme IS Norval," replied Mr..
Heller.
"'Tis Chfford's voice, if over Clifford
spoke" added Mr.. Cheney.
"l am thy fathers spirit, -groaEed
Mr.. Chanfrau. And by this time the
per.urbed driver had reached the street,
shouts of laughter falling on his ear, and
with another surprise awaiting HIM.
Mr.. Heller had placed q five dollar note
in the mans vest pocket.-Boston 1rav-
eler.