Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-11-07

HELLER AND 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 a host of old
friends, including DIR. Tompkins of the
Boston Theatre, Arthur Cheney. Henry
G. Jarrett, Frank Chanfrau and a dozen
others. Amid the hearty greetings
came a rough voice, which soon at
tracted general attention.
1t appears that the hackman hadn't
been paid.
"What is it, my grood friend; what
are you yelling TO me about?" de-
manded MIR. Heller.
81 wants me fare. / saw you skip
away. Two dollars for you and the
lady"
This answer created laugh among
the magician's friends.
81 know 1 paid you, you rascal" ex-
claimed Mr.. Heller.
"Divil a cint."
"You put it 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
increasing crowd. Cabby stood trans
fixed with wonder.
81 am afraid of your future, my poor
fellow, and advise you to alter your
course" interposed Mr.. Jarrett.
"Be virtuous and you'll be happy"
was the advice of Mr.. Cheney.
''This after all our boasted New Eng
land civilization and moral advance
mentW added Mr.. Chanfrau.
''If this thing should get abroad!"
was DR.. TOmpkins's alarming exclama-
ton.
''Think of your wife and children.
Repent ere il be 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 l never see a sixpence again
but wasn't paid, and that bill niver
saw before i'm all me born days. 1 didn't
have clint about me-" and the indig-
nant hackman slapped his hands on his
coat pockets.
"YOu have no other money on your
persOn?" demanded Mr.. Heller.
"No" said the driver, unhesitatingly.
W hae tiio, anu IuiS, anu tnisy anu
this? inquired the magician, as he deli
cately pulled a bank-note first from the |
poor Cabman's side coat-pocket, then !
one from his coat cuff, another from
his pantaloons pocket, and another from |
a boot-top. ''My FRIEND" continued |
Mr.. Heller, in voice softened by swell
ing emotions, the while the crowd |
around moaned with excess of sorrow |
over the sad exhibition of human de- |
pravity, ''you are not yet lost, but you |
are on the brink of ruin. We all feel |
for you, don't we, gentlemen?" And
groans came in response.
"LoOk here, me friends" cried the |
hackman, "this here thinks played /
put. I'm not the worse man in the
to his utter horror,
The magician interrupted him to take
from his coat pockets, hat, trousers and
boot tops not only greenbacks and
plenty of silver coin, but pens, blOtting
paper, matches, blank cards and the
general invoice of stationery usually to
De found on a hotel desk.
"Man, who are you, anyhow" cried
he poor fellow, as he crossed himself
md commenced to back out.
"Hawkshaw, the detectivei" shouted
Jarrett, as he struck an attitude.
"My name is NOrval," replied Mr..
Heller.
'''Tis Clifford's voice, if ever Clifford
'poke," added Mr.. Cheney.
81 am thy fathers spirit" groaned
dr. Chanfrau. And by this time the
driver had reached the street,
hOuts of laughter falling on his ear,
md. with another surprise awaiting
lin. Mr.. Heller had placed S. note
N the mans vest pocket.