A murmur of attention, of surprised amusement, arose from the porch; then, as his voice gained in bigness, flowed rich and thrilling and without effort from his deep powerful lungs, the murmur died away. The song rose toward its end; Harry Baggs saw nothing but the window above him; he put all the accumulated feeling, the longing, of the past miserable years into his ending. A silence followed, in which Harry Baggs stood with drooping head. Then an unrestrained patter of applause followed; figures advanced. French Janin gave the boy a sharp unexpected shove into the radiance beyond the tree. “Go on and on,” he breathed; “and never come back any more!” He turned and shambled rapidly away into the shadows, the obscurity, that lined the road. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Happy End, by Joseph Hergesheimer