Fleming Helphenstine

At first I thought there was a

Persuasion in his face; but the free

That filled it when he stopped and cried, "Hollo!"Shone joyously, and so I let it shine.

He said his name was Fleming Helphenstine,

But be that as it may;—I only

He talked of this and that and So-and-So,

And laughed and chaffed like any friend of mine.

But soon, with a queer, quick frown, he looked at me,

And I looked hard at him; and there we

In a strained way that made us cringe and wince:

Then, with a wordless clogged

That sounded half confused and half amazed,

He dodged,—and I have never seen him since.