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Returning from his inauguration, Lincoln, with the sounds of the acclaim of the populace still in his ears, and realizing in a moment of loneliness the emptiness of his life, dreams of Ann Rutledge, over whose grave he has said, "My heart ...See moreReturning from his inauguration, Lincoln, with the sounds of the acclaim of the populace still in his ears, and realizing in a moment of loneliness the emptiness of his life, dreams of Ann Rutledge, over whose grave he has said, "My heart is buried here." As he sits in front of his fire with the soft glow of the flickering light on his strong, kindly face, his mind wanders hack over the years until he sees again the little tavern room in Rutledge, with Ann and the simple, rude frontiersmen. Lincoln enters the tavern room and hands Ann a book; it is a grammar. He has promised to help her perfect herself in her education. Then comes McNeill, who calls Ann away, and who, down by the riverbank, proposes to her and gets her consent. When Lincoln is told of her engagement he fights down his great longing for her in the knowledge that she is happy. McNeill is called to the east to attend to his mother's inheritance, and Ann is left disconsolate at his departure. She turns to Lincoln, as always, for comfort. The months pass and bring no letter from McNeill. Finally she does hear from him, and learns that he will never return. Again she turns to Lincoln in her hour of sorrow and he comforts her. The following spring, her faith in men restored, she responds to Lincoln's devoted love, and consents to become his wife. Illness soon comes upon her, and in spite of all Lincoln can do to help her, she gets weaker and weaker and soon realizes, as do her friends, that her days on earth are numbered. Lincoln to himself frames the words, "It might have been so wonderful; it was meant not to be." The end comes, and Lincoln in spite of his manly strength can hardly bear his grief. Again his mind reverts to where he sees himself standing out in the snowstorm by her grave, with head bowed low, and an expression of great love on his sad face. The soft light of the log fire gleams playfully on his countenance as his old servant tiptoes in and looks a moment lovingly at his master, but quietly goes out again without disturbing his sleep. Written by Moving Picture World synopsis See less