The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-05-23

| aollaTS the next day when ne heard the
 story.
 A couple of years ago. when was
 drivin' along Riverside at four o'clock
 in the morning, a man came out of an
 areaway with a black satehel in his hand an slgnaled me. He was a mid dIe-sized man, with a dark mustache,
 an I wondered what he was doin' at
 that place, an at such time. I drove 1 him to the elevated railroad, an when
 he went up stairs tipped policeman,
 who ran up an tipped guard on the train that took him away He got off
 the train at Cortlandt street to go to
 Jersey City, an was followed all the
 way till he went into house. Then the house was watched and a tele-
 phone was sent to the police at River side. They inquired, and found that he was a burglar who had robbed the
 Riverside place and got about twenty 1 thousand dollars, mostly in jewelry.
 It was all recovered an the police
 were given great cretdit; but the own
 CT of the Riverside house heard the
 rights of the story from me an gave
 me one hundred and fifty dollars.
 One night, as was standin' near the
 Metropolitan Opera House, fine look
 in young man in dress-suit came out with young lady, the handsomest I
 ever seen. She was dressed in light
 silks, an had one of them pink opera
 cloaks trimmed with white swansdown.
 Oh, they were bang-up wells. The
 young man calls me, an got down an opened the carriage door an they got | in.
 Drive to the house of the nearest
 Protestant minister" says the young man, an he hands me ten-dollar bill. Just as we got away there was a i yell from the sidewalk, an I seen an old gent an an old lady maxim signs
 to stop. There was a tangle in front,
 but I got through it an whipped up
 the horses. When I turned into side street I made things spin. an I could
 hear gallopin behind me.
 | I put the whip on my horses fer all I was worth, an they flew along fast. I turned the block an then flew along an made another turn an then anoth- l CT. Then stops dead an jumps down in hurry, openin' the carriage door.
 Out you go, quick" says l, run down in that areaway an hide close; I'll drive on"
 | They tumbled out, an ran to the shelter, he holdin' her hand an helpin' along. I jumps on the box again an drove on like a shot. The other car 1 riage was close up tome, bu1 I got to Broadway before they could head me off, an, the police there stopped us | both for fast drivin.
 Fast drivin'?" says l, who wouldn't with lunatics after him." We were all taken to the police sta mouth with rage, because I would not tell him where his daughter an the young man had gone. I pretended I didn't understand him.
 It turned out all right. The old gent
 was very rich, an he had refused this young man an" fold him to keep away from his daughter; an the young folks i had been watched. so that they had to make a break right in the middle of | the opera.
 | The young man was all right an the
 whole thing, blew oyer, for they was married that night, liaVin' got another | carriage an found a minister after the old gent was out of the way.
 I have a regular standin' order td take 'em on drives now, an the old ! gent himself give me fifty dollars to show there was no hard feelin' Treat people Fight an they'll treat you right. Them's my motto.
 Of course, there's black sheep among cabmen same as any others, but these robberies that gets in the papers is not done by the reg'ars. It's the night | hawks that does it. They's class by themselves. quite different from us, that has licenses. The night-hawk that robs hain't got go license He gets his carriage by hirin' it an the horses for three dollars the whole night. He's out to make money, an wants all there is in 1t; an he'll turn the pockets of any drunken man inside out He's just lookin' for such chances. Then the cabmen is blamed for what he done, but he ain't a cabman at oil: he aint got no license. The man that hired l him the carriage knowed that an just took q chance. It's ag'ln the law; but it's done all the time here.
 Now man that'sin public life like me can't afford to do no such things. Hackin' is bitter hard life, especial | ly the waitin' out in the cold winters night, but it's healthy, an there's liv- in in it. I've got four of my own car
 riages now. an none of them, with the
 horses an furnishin's, is worth less
 than a thousand dollars. I'm drivin'
 yet, though I have men drivin for me- There's worse things than hackin'.- | New York Independent