The Hillsborough recorder. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1820-1879, 1877-11-07
THE MAGICIAN AND THE HACK
MAN

When Heller. the magician. arrived in
the city on Friday last. saysa late number
Of the Boston Traveller. be directed the
hackman to drive him 10 the Parker House.
Reaching the hotel. lie stepped briskly up
10 the clerks desk and was soon surround
od By 4 host Of old friends. including DR..
Tompk,hs Of tile Boston Theatre, Arthur
Cheney. n. q. Jarrett. Frank Chanfrau
and dozen others. Amid tie hearty greet
ipgs came rough voice. which soon ats
trscied general attention.
II appears that the hackman hadn't been
paid
What is it. my good friend; what are
you yelling to me about? demanded Mf.
Heller.
4 wants me fare. saw You skip away.
Two dollars for you and the lady
This answer created o laugh among the
magician's friends.
4 know | paid you, you rascal, exclaim:
ed Mr.. Heller.
Not q cint.'
You put it in your hat. Hand il 10
MOI and, to the condemnation of Jehu.
there was bright, clean two dollar note
taken from tho lining Of his cady and held
up to the gaze Of the raeidly increasing
crowd. Cabby stood transfxed with wons
der.
i on afraid of your future my poor fell
low. and advise you to alter your course.'
interposed Mr.. Jarrett.
BE yirtuons and You'll be happy was
the advice Of Mr.. Cheney.
This after all our boosted New England
civilization and moral advancement + add
cd Mr.. Chanfrau.
If this :hiog should get abroadl' was
DR.. Tomrkins' alarming exclamation.
Think Of your wife and children. Re-
pent ere il is too late. was the kindly toned
proposition Of Mr. Heller.
Look here. ginilemen, this Is all good
enough. and yez hsv me tanks. But may
never soc sixpence again but | wasn't
paid. and that bill niser saw before in oil
mo hnrn days. didn't have clint about
me. and the indignant hacsman slapped
You have no other money on your per-
son 2 demanded Nr. Heller
No | said the driver. unhesitatingly.
What's this, and this. and this. and
this! inquired the magician. as he deli>
cately pulled bank note first from the
poor cabman's eide coat pocket, then one
from bis coatcuff. another from bis pantas
looms pocket, and another from bis boot top.
NY friend. continued Mr.. Heller, in o
voice softened BY swelling emotions. the
while the crowd around moaned with ex-
cess Of sorrow ever the sad exhibition Of hu4
man depra,ity' you are not yet lost, but
you ore on the brink Of ruin. We all feel
for you. don't VIC. gentlemen 2 and grUans
came 10 response.
Look iore. me friends erred the hack
man, this hero things played out. I'm
not the worse man in the world when.
TO his utter horror, the magician interrupts
cd him to take from his coat pockets. hat,
trousers and boot tops not only greenbaeks
and plenty Of silver coin. but pens. blutting
paper, matches. blank cards and the gene-
raj invoice Of stationery usually found on .
hotel desk.
Man. who are you, anyhow cried the
poor fellow. ss he crossed himself and CONS
mcnced to back out.
.llawkshsw the detective + shouted jar
rett. A. be struck an attitude.
NY name is Noryal, replied Mr.. Hell
Ter.
'ris CliFor5's voice. IL over Clifford
spoke. added Mr.. Cheney.
i am thy fathers spirit, groaned Mr..
Caarfrau. AHd By this time tue perturb-
ed driver bad reached The street. shouts Of
laughter falling % his cor. and with anoib-
cr surprise awaiting him. Mr. Heller had
placed . eve dollar note in tho mans yess
pocket.
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