The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1877-11-15
THE STANDARD.
Heller and a Hackney Coachman.

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
Theatre, Arthur Cheney, Henry G Jar
rett Frank Chanfrau and a dozen others.
Amid the hearty greetings came a rough
voice, which soon attracted general at
tention.
Il appears that the hackman hadn't
been paid.
What is it. my good friend what are
you yelling to me aboutg demanded
Mr.. Heller.
Il wants me fare | saw you skip
away. Two dollars for you and the lady.
This answer created a laugh among
the magician's friends.
Il know paid you, you rascal ex-
claimed Mr. Heller
"Diyil a cint.'
you put il in your hat. Hand it to
me-" and, to the CONSERVATION Of Jehu,
there was a bright, clean two dollar note
taken from the lining of his cady and
held up to the gaze Of the rapidly in
creasing crowd. Cabby stood transfxed
with wonder.
II am afraid Of your future, my poor
fellow, and advise you to alter your
course" interposed Mr.. Jarrett
BE yirtuous and you'll be happy, was
the advice of Mr. Cheney.
This after all our boasted New Eng.
land civilization and moral advance.
ment,' added Mr. Chanfrau.
III this thing should get abroad = was
DR.. Tompkin's alarming exclamation.
Think Of your wife and children. Re-
pent ere it be too late was the kindly
toned proposition of Mr.. Heller
Look here, gentlemen, this is all good
enough, and ye hev me thanks. But
may | never see a sixpence again but /
wasn't paid, and that bill / niver saw
before in all me born days | didn t
have a clint about me, and the indignant
hackman slapped his hand on his coat
pockets
You have no other money on your
person r. demanded Mr. Heller
No" said the driver, unhesitatingly.
What's this and this and this r. in
quired the magician, as he delicately
pulled bank note FIRST from the poor
cabman's side coat Pocket. then one
from his coatcuif, another from a panta.
looms pocket, and another from boot.
top.
My friend continued Mr. Heller, i'm
voice soitened b. swelling emotion
while the crowd around moaned with ex.
cess Of sorrow over the sad exhibition oi
human depravity, you are not yet lost
but you are on the brink of Iuin We
all feel for you, don't we gentlemen z
And gToans came in response
Look here me friends" cried tho
hackman, this here things played out
m not the worst man ia thc wurrld' -
when, to his utter horror the magician
interrupted him 10 taxi. from lii cuai
pockets, hat. trousers aud boot tolt-. Ito'
only grcenhaeks and larnty ol sil, ei
coin, but pens, blotting paper, matches
blank cards aud the general invoice o
stationery usually to BE- found on hote
desk.
Man, who are you, any bow ? cried
the poor fellow, rs he crossed nim-.l
and commenced to back out
"Hawkshaw, the detectiver shouie Cd
Jarrett, o. he struck an attitude
my name is Noryal, replied Mr. lIrl
ler.
"'Tis Clifiords voice, il ever Clifford
spoke, added Mr.. Cheney
Il am thy fathers spirit gfoaned Mr
Chanirau. And by this time the per
turbed driver had reached the street
shouts Of laughter falling on his ear. anc
with another surprise awaiting him Mr.
Heller had placed s. note in he mans
vest pocket