It Did Look Suspicious

A robust young man, wearing a thick terra cotta overcoat, and a somewhat consumptive-looking cornpanion, minus an overooat, left a wellknown ChosUiut sfreet cafe together at a late hour on Saturday night, says the Philadelphia Record. The former generously tendered hia warm outer garment to his shivering companion, who gratefully accepted it for the walk home. On turning the corner of Sixteenth anrl Loenst streets the pair were closely scrutinized by a big policeman. Arrived at his home, the thin man returned the coat to his stout friend and the latter Etarted back toward his hotel on Broad strest. When he reached the corner of Sixteenth street the policeman grabbed him. "Pretty slick guy, you are!" he exclaimed, "but I'm on to that little overcoat racket. I guess you got his pocketbook, too." "What do you mean, slr?" demanded the Indignant citizen. "You just take a rlde to the station-house," mildly urged the cop, "and teil the sergeant how you managed to get Into that other man's overcoat." Protestations were in vain. The mad man, with the terra cotta overcoat, had to submlt.anü only tne presence of hls thin Irlend, whom he promptly sen: for, saved him from a cell.