The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1877-10-19
HELLER AND THE HACKMAN.
Rare Fun for n Company OF Sho"
PeOpIe-Jehu's AstOnishme"i.

/ Boston Traveller.
When Heller, the magician, arrived
! in this city on Friday last, he directed
/ the hackman To drive him TO the
| Parker House. Reaching the hotel, ne
stepped briskly up to the clerks desk,
and was soon surrounded by host OF old
friends, incluIing DR.. TompNDs, OF the
Boston Theatre, Arthur Cheney, Heary
&. jarrett, Frank Chanfrsu, and dozen
others. Amid the hearty greetings came
rough voice, which soon attracted gen
9ral attraction.
1t appears that the hackman hadn't
been paid
"Whst is it, my good friend; what are
you yelling TO me sboutY demanded MI
Heller.
81 wants me fare. saw you skip
away. Two dollars for you and the
LADY,"
This answer created u laugh among the
maglclan's friends.
81 know paid You, You rascal ex-
claimed Mr.. Heller"
"Dlvil clint"
"You put it IN your hat Hand 1t to
me!' and 10 the conservation OF Jehu
there was bright, clean two.dollar note
taken from the lining of his cady and
held up to the gaze 81 the rspldIy-ln-
creasing crowd. CabDy stood trsnshxed
with wonder.
81 am afraid of your future, my poor
fellow, and advise you to alter your
course" interposed Mr.. Jarrett.
"Be virtuous aud you'll be happy" was
the advice of Mr. Cheney.
"Thi after all our boosted New Eng
land civilization and moral advance
mentl' added Mr.. Chanirsu.
"If this thing should get abroad"
was DR.. Tompkin's alarming eXclama-
ton.
Think of your wife and children.
Repent ere it be too late" WAS the kind
ly-toned proposition OF Mr.. Heller.
Look here, giutemen, this is all good
enough, and yez hev me tanks. But
may niver see siXpcnse again but
wasn't paid, nd that bill | niver saw be-
tore in all me born days | didn't have
cint about me-" and the Indignant
hackmaI. slapped his hands on his coat
pockets.
"You have no other more y on your
person ?" demanded Mr.. Heller.
"NOl" said the driver unLeslLatingi
whats this, and this, and this, and
this?' inquired the magician, as he deli
cstcly pulled bank note, first from the
poor cabman's side coat pocket then one
from his coat cut, another from his pan
falcons pocket and another from boot
top. "My friend continued Mr.. Heller,
in voice softened by swelling emotions,
while the crowd moaned with
excess 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 tor you, don't
we, gentlemen? And groans came IN re-
spouse.
Look here, me friends" cried the
hsCkmsn, "this here things played out |
III not the worst man in the wurrId,"
when TO bis utter horror the magician in
lerrupted him to take from his coat |
pockets, hat, trousers, and boot tops not |
only greenbacks and plenty of silver
com. but pens, bLotting paper, matches,
blank cards, and the general invoice OF |
stationery usually to be found on hotel
desk.
"Msn, who are you, anyhow cried |
the poor fellow, MS he crossed himself and !
commenced backing out
"Harkshaw, the Detective' shouted
jarrett, us he struck an attitude.
"My name is NorvalI,' replied Mr..
Heller.
IT'S ClItford's voice, If ever Clifford
spoke" added Mr.. Cheney.
81 am thy fathers spirit" groaned Mr.
Chantrau. And by this time the perturb-
cd driver had reached the street, shouts OF
laughter falling on his ear, and with an
other surprise awaiting. Mr.. Heller had
placed so note in the mans vest peck
ct.