George Helm

ACOMET so dim that it is almost invisible will cause agitated interest in the heavens where great fixed stars blaze nightly unnoticed. Harrison was a large Ohio river town, and in its firmament blazed many and considerable fixed stars-presenting pretty nearly all varieties of peculiarity in appearance and condition. But when George Helm appeared everybody concentrated upon him. "Did you see that young fellow with the red whiskers stumping down Main Street this afternoon?"-"Did you see that jay in the funny frock coat and the stove pipe hat?"-"Who's the big hulking chap that looks as if he'd just landed from nowhere?"-"I saw the queerest looking mud-dauber of a lawyer or doctor-or maybe preacher-sitting on the steps of Mrs. Beaver's boarding-house."-"I saw him, too. He had nice eyes-gray and deep-set-and they twinkled as if he were saying, 'Yes, I know I'm a joke of a greenhorn, but I'm human, and I like you, and I'd like you to like me.'"