The Arizona sentinel., 1877-11-10
Heller and the Hackman.

When Heller, the magician, arrived in Boston, lately, he directed the hackman to drlve them 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 Dr. Tompkins of the Boston theater, Arthur Cheney, H. c. Jarrett, Frank Chanfrau and dozen cthers. Amid the hearty greetings came Q a rough voice which soon attracted general attention.
 1t appears that the hackman hadn't been paid
 "What is it my good friend, what are you yelling to me about?" demanded MT. Heller.
 q wants me fare, saw you skip away; $2 for you and the lady"
 This answer created a laugh among the magician's friends.
 ."I know paid you, you rascal" ex- claimed Mir Heller
 "Divil cint."
 You put it in your hat, hand it to mel" and to the consternation of Jehu, there was | 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 transfxed with wonder.
 "Pm afraid of your future, my poor fel- low, and advise you to alter your course," interposed Mir. Jarrett.
 Be virtuous and you'll be happy" was the advice of Mir. Cheney.
 "This after all our boasted New England civilization and moral advancement" added MT. Chanfrau.
 eff this thing should get abroad!" was Dr. Tompkins alarming exclamation.
 "Think of your wife and children, repent ere it is too late," was the kindly toned proposition of Mr. Heller.
 Look here gintlemen, this is all good enough, and Jez have me tanks. But mayI never see again but I wasn't paid and that bill never saw afore in me born days. didn't have a cint about me-" and the in- dignant hackman slapped on his coat pockets.
 You have no other money on your per- son?" demanded MT. Heller.
 "No," said the driver unhesitatingly.
 "What's this, and this, and this?" inquir- ed the magician as he deliberately pulled 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 avoice softened by swelling emotion, while the crowd moaned with excess of sorrow over the sad exhibi- ton of human depravity, "you are not yet lost, but you are on the brink of ruin. We all feel for you don't we gentlemen:" and q oans came in response.
 Look here, me friends" cried the hack maa, "this here thing is played out, Pm not the worst man in the worruld."
 When to his utter horror the magician him to take from his coat pockets, hlt, trowsers and boot tops, not only greenbacks and plenty of silver coin, but pens, plotting paper, matches, blank cards and the general invoice of stationery usually to be found on a hotel desk.
 "Man, who are you, anyhow" cried the poor fellow, as he crossed himself and be- gan to back out.
 "Hawk,haw the detective." shouted Jarrett as he struck an attitude.
 "My name is Norval," replied Mir Hel- fer.
 "'Tis Ciiford's voice if ever Clifford spoke" added MT. Cheney.
 q am thy fathers spirit" groaned Mir. Chanfrau. And by this time the perturbed d iver had reached the street, shouts of laughter falling on his ear, and with anoth. CT surprise awaiting him. MT. Heller had placed s5 note in the mans vest pocket.