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9193	Landis, Frederick	The Angel of Lonesome Hill; A Story of a President			.txt	text/plain	4993	346	88	John Dale stumbled into the room, his arms full of wood, and an old dog, Dale as Judge Long opened the door of his old-fashioned stone house in Dale told his story excitedly, and at the conclusion Judge Long slowly "But we will win now!" The old man's hand fell with decision. Long stood at bay, his hand on the door, his face glowing with animation. see the President--give him this letter--it's from Judge Sylvester Long, A smile came over Dale's white face. Not that he was to lunch with the President, though Dale's The old man struggled back in his chair, then arose, his rough hand "One night, a month ago, my woman--she's a great woman, Mr. President--the sick folks down in my country call her 'The Angel of President shook the old man's hand. "Come again, Mr. Dale, and tell 'Ves' Long I'll go hunting with him	./cache/9193.txt	./txt/9193.txt