THE ANGEL OF
brain, and into his eyes came filmy clouds; then through these he saw, with sudden strangeness, a cabin far away, and a woman with pallid cheeks looked straight at him.
The President gazed intently as the old man wiped the window pane, nodded his head, and turned to face the table.
He cleared his throat, then opened a flannel collar, already loose, and his eyes glistened.
"You're sick!" exclaimed the President rising. "Waiter—some brandy!"
"No—just a little dizzy.
"Mr. President," he slowly began, "this is a case that all the papers in the world can't tell—nor all the men—there's none just like it.
"It's not for the boy—it's not for
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