Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1901-09-20

gun again flung out its giant toned
amen" to these words 1t was then
that the strains of the bands in the dis
lance waited slowly thru the trees. 1t
was moment that was solemn and in
spired. Then the steady tones Of the
bishop again continued:
THE grace of God and the commune
ion and Fellowship of the Holy Ghost be
with us ever more. Amen"
The members OF the family reached
the stone-paved space before the open
vault just as these brief services We're
being concluded. Then the sweet notes
of 'taps'--the soldiers warning of
lights out'-melted away in the
twilight air.
Again the hands of the men of the
land and the sea took up the casket and
bore 1t within the darkeneo portal. TIL,
president and the members of the fam
lily waited outside. Five infantrymen.
all regulars. filed thru the narrow gates
of this temporary tomb, and moment
later low word of command sent the
muskets to the floor, the dead echo of
their falling striking the ears of those
without
Secretary Wilson was in tears, Secre-
tary Long was also weeping, and the
president was gazing grim1y at the
walk. 1t was the last moment for the
men who had been SO closely associated
with the president for so long, and the
thought seemed greater than most of
them could bear.
1t was all ended at last
No greater reverence has ever been
shown to any man than was exhibited
toward the dead president. Az the fu-
neral car passed thru the streets men
and women sobbed convulsively and at
the cemetery gates. where the crowd
was densely packed, and where the
people had remained for hours pressing
against the iron fence, two women
tainted during the exercises at the
vault.
1t was exactly four minutes after Al
when the funeral car bore the remains
of the dead president thru the gateway
to his last resting place. Twenty min
utes later the brief services at the vault
We're over, the members of the family
and distinguished men of the nation,
who had come so far to do him honor,
had passed thru the gates on their
homeward way. One hour and forty
minutes after the hearse had entered
the cemtery the place was clear, and
the dead president was resting alone
under the watchful army. A sentry's
measured tread resounded from the ce-
ment walk before the vault, another
kept vigil on the grassy slope above,
and at the head and at the foot of the
casket stood armed men. Before the
door. which was not closed last night.
was pitched the tent of the guard, and
there it will remain until the doors are
closed today.
Sentries will then guard the vault ev-
cry hour of the day and night until the
body has been borne to its final resting
place.
Nature has been kind in selecting the
last resting place for President Mckin-
ley. Westlawp cemetery is on high
knoll overlooking the peaceful valley,
with the busy little city of Canton laid
out below. If 1t were not for an inter-
vening church spire one might get from
this elevation a glimpse of the McKin-
ley home. Here, looking out on his ma
tive city and his native state, the body
of William Mckinley is laid to rest. The
beauty of the grounds here attracted
the attention OF the country's best land
scape gardeners, who have journeyed
here to study its attractions. Yester-
day 1t was doubly beautiful with the
rustling trees giving off their first yell
lowed leaves of fall and adding gold
en- touch to the green clad slopes.
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