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 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.