first I thought there was a superfine
in his face; but the free flow
filled it when he stopped and cried, "Hollo!"
joyously, and so I let it shine.
said his name was Fleming Helphenstine,
be that as it may;—I only know
talked of this and that and So-and-So,
laughed and chaffed like any friend of mine.
soon, with a queer, quick frown, he looked at me,
I looked hard at him; and there we gazed
a strained way that made us cringe and wince:
with a wordless clogged apology
sounded half confused and half amazed,
dodged,—and I have never seen him since.