Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1878-01-24
Heller and the HNckunau
boston Traveller.1

lbOStOn 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, he stepped
briskly up to the clerks desk, and was
soon surrounded by a host of old friends
including DIR. Tompkins, of the Boston
Thnn+.o -4l =" I~-~.4
=, oh""fis,u and dozen others.
Amid the hearty greetings came rough
voice, which soon attracted general atten.
ton.
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 want me fare. 1 saw you skip away.
Two dollars for you and the lady,
This answer created laugh among the
magician's friends.
Il know paid you, you rascal" ex.
claimed Mr.. Heller.
''Divil cint.''
''You put it in your hat. Hand it to
me = 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 gaze OF the rapidly increasing
crowd. Cabby stood transfixed with won
der.
'.lm afraid of your future. my poor fel-
low, 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 En- gland
civilization and moral advancement, add
ed Mr.. Chanfi:,u.
If this thing should get abroadr' was
DR.. Tompkins' alarming exclamation.
''Think of your wife and children. Re
pent ere it be too late" was the kindly
toned proposition of Mr.. Heller.
''Look here, gintlemen, this is all good
enough, and yes hev ME tanks. But may
l niver see a sixpence again but l wasn't
paid, and that bill niver saw before in all
my born days. didn't have cint about
me;'' and the indignant hackman slapped
his hands on his pockets.
'.You have no other money on your per-
son?'' demanded Mr.. Heller.
NO sir,' said the hackman, unhcsitat-
ingly.
whats this, and this, and this. and
this ~ inquired the magician. as he delib-
erately pulled bank note, first from the
poor cabman's side coat pocket, then one
from his coat cuff, another from his panta-
looms pocket, and another from his boot
top.
MY triend." continued Mr.. Heller. in a
voice softened by swelling emotions, while
the crowd mOaned with excess of sorrow
over the sad exhibition of human depravi-
ty, ''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, my friends,'' cried the cab
man, ''this here things played out. I'm
not the worst man in the world ;" when,
to his utter horror, the magician interrupt
ed him to take from his coat pockets, hat,
trousers and boot tops, not only green
backs and plenty of silver coin, but pens,
blotting paper, matches, blank cards, and
the general invoice of stationary usually
to be found on a hotel desk.
''Man, who are you, anyhow ?' cried the
poor fellow, as he crossed himself, and
to back out.
'Harkshaw, the detectiver' said Jarrett,
as he struck an attitude.
MY name is Norval," replied Mr.. Hell
Ter.
'''Tis Clifford's voice, if ever Clifford
spoke" added Mr.. Cheney.
Il am thy fathers spilit,' groaned Mr..
Chanfrau.
BY this time the pertrrlbed driver had
reached the streets, shouts of laughter
falling on his ears, and with another sur
prise awaiting him. Mr.. Heller had placed
a five dollar note in the mans vest pOck-
ct.