The Democratic advocate., 1878-12-14
dait and Bunror.
Heller and the Hackney OOaohman.

When Heller, the magician, arrived in
Boston some time ago 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 host of old friends,
including DIR. Tompkins of the Boston
Theatre, Arthur Cheney, Henry G. Jar
rett, Frank Chanfrau and dozen others.
Amid the hearty greetings came rough
voice, which soon attracted general atten-
ton.
1t appears that the ha:kman hadn't
been paid.
"What is it, my good friend; what are
you yelling to me about" demanded Mr..
Heller
"I wants me fare. Isaw you skip away.
Two dollars for you and the lady,"
This answer created laugh among the
magician's friends.
81 know paid you, you rascalH 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 rapidly increasing crowd. Cab
by stood transfxed with wonder.
"I 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
tbo odu;oa Of Mr. Chanav
sThis after all our boasted New Eng
land civilization and moral Advancement!
added Mr.. Chanfrau.
eff this thing should get abroad r was
DIR. Tompkins's alarming exclamation.
"Think of your wife and children.
Repent ere it be too late" was the kindly
toned proposition of Mr.. Heller.
"Look here, gintlemen, this is all good
enough, and yez hev me thanks. But may
1 never see a sixpence again but | wasn't
paid, and that bill 1 niver saw before in
all me born days. didn't have cint
about me-" and the indignant hackman
slapped his hands on his coat pockets.
"You have no other money on your
person ?" demanded Mr.. 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 side coat pocket, then one
from his coat cuff, another from his panta-
looms pocket, and another from boot top.
"My FRIEND" continued Mr.. Heller, in
voice softened by swelling emotions,
while the crowd around moaned with ex-
cess 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, gentlemen" 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 Z" cried
the poor fellow, as he crossed himself and
commenced to back out.
"Hawkshaw, the detective p shouted
Jarrett, as he struck an attitude.
"My name is Norval, replied Mr..
Heller.
"'Tis Cliford's voice, if ever Clifford
spoke" added Mr.. Cheney.
"I am thy fathers spirit" groaned Mr..
Chanfrau. And by this time the perturb-
ed driver had reached the street, shouts of
laughter falling on his ear, and with
another surprise awaiting him. Mr.. Hell
ler had placed $5 note in the mans vest
pocket.