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Show Done Up for an Overcoat. "I was coming up from the depot," he was explaining to a police officer yesterday, "coming up from the depot with my $50 overcoat on my arm, when a feller runs agin me. I wasn't to blame, but be called me a chump and a slouch and a hayseed, and added that he would lick me for a cent. Well, yon know, I didn't want any fuss, but a second feller comes up and says to me: "You go fur him and shatter his system. He's an awful coward and is just a-blufflcg." "I see," mused the officer. "With that the man took my overcoat to give mo a free swing, and I hauled oft to smash So. 1. He began to back off and apologize, apol-ogize, and when I let up on bim the other man and my $j0 overcoat bad disappeared. "Put up job," observed the officer. "Will I ever see my coat againP "Prebably not." "What's best for me to do go tearing around and give it away that I was played, or walk around serenely and try and look innocent" in-nocent" "It's for you to say." "Well, IU adopt the latter course, and if you should meet me anywhere and there is any one around don't say a word about the coat. Just ask me if we have bad lots of rain and mud in our town; kinder talk as if yon never saw me before, and 111 sort o' stroll op town and whistle and try to look as if I knew the ropes and was np on all the latest tricks." Detroit Free Press. |
