The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1877-11-03

When Heller, the magician, arrived in
the city on Friday last he directed the
hickman 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
Theater, Arthur Cheney, Henry G. Jar
rett, Frank Chanfrau and dozen others.
Amid the hearty greetings came a rough
voice, which soon attracted general at
tention.
1t appears that the hackman hadn't
been paid.
"What is it, my good friend; what are
you yelling to me about?" demanded Mr..
Heller.
IL wants me. fare. saw you skip
away. Two dollars for you and the
lady"
This answer created laugh among
the magiclan's friends.
81 know l paid you, you rascal" ex-
claimed Mr.. Heller.
"Divil clint"
You put it in your hat. Hand it to
men' and, to the CONSERVATION of Jehu,
there was bright, clean two-dollar note
taken from the lining of his cady and
held up to the gaaze of the rapidly-in-
creasing crowd. Cabby stood transfxed
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 boosted New En-.
gland civilization and moral advance
mentp added Mr.. Chanfrau.
r,,:.' IGthia. thu srsfGiih e&cfhnatf'0Inn ~" !"
Think of your wife and children.
Repent ere it be too late," was the kind
ly toned proposition of Mr. Heller.
Look here, gintlemen, this is all good
enough, and yez hav me tanks. But may
l 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 hands on his coat pockets.
You have no other money on your
persona" demanded Mr.. Heller.
I" MOI" 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 claimants side coat pocket, then one
from his coat-cutf, another from a boot
top. My friend, continued Mr. Heller,
in voice softened by swelling emotions,
the while the crowd around 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 for you, don't we, gentle
menu" And groans came in response.
Look here, me friends" cried the
hackman, this here things played out.
I'm not the worst man in the wurrld"-
when, 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 be found on hotel
desk
Man, who are you; anyhow" cried
the poor fellow, as he crossed himself
and commenced to back out
Hawkshaw, the detectivep shouted
Jarrett, as he struck an attitude.
My name is Norval," replied Mr..
Heller.
"'Tis Clifford's voice, if ever Clifford
spoke, added Mr.. Cheney.
I" am thy fathers spirit" groaned
Mr.. Chanfrau And by this time the
perturbed driver had reached the street,
shouts of laughter falling on his ear, and
with another surprise awaiting him. Mr..
Heller had placed tive-dollars in the
mans vest pocket.-BOStOn Traveller.