THE ANGEL OF LONESOME HILL
When the road turned there was a light high ahead and a moment later the two men entered the cabin.
The stranger paused. "Mother, you sent me for a clothes-line—I've been delayed—but here it is."
Her hand trembled as she raised the lamp from the table.
"My boy—my dream—the President!"
When she lifted her face it was glorified.
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