Then he tried whistling the "Miserere," but he pitched it too high, and it ran out, so he sang as he turned across the commons toward home, and that helped a little; and he opened the door of his home singing, "How can I leave thee--how can I bear to part ?" The light was burning in the kitchen, and he went to his mother and kissed her.

His face was aglow, and she saw what had happened to him.

She put him aside with, "Run on to bed now, sonny; I've got a little work out here." And he left her.
In the sitting room only the moon gave light.

He stood at the window a moment, and then turned to his melodeon.

His hands fell on the major chord of "G," and without knowing what he was playing he began "Largo." He played his soul into his music, and looking up, whispered the name "Ellen" rapturously over and over, and then as the music mounted to its climax the whole world's mystery, and his personal thought of the meaning of life revelled through his brain, and he played on, not stopping at the close but wandering into he knew not what mazes of harmony.