Middletown transcript., 1914-08-08
MRS. WILSON DEAD
Before Losing Consciousness Begs
DR.. to Care for Husband
BLOW UNNERVES PRESIDENT

WASHINGTON. D. C. Aug. 6.-Mrs.
Woodrow Wilson, wife of the President
of the United States, died at the White
House at o'clock this afternoon.
Death came after brave struggle of
months against Bright's disease with
complications.
The President was completely un-
nerved by the shock and his grief was
heartrending. He bore up well under
the strain, however and devoted him
self to his daughters.
When the President recovered from
the first shock of his wife's death, he
sent several kilograms to immediate
relatives and sent word to Secretary
Tumulty to express his appreciation of
the many condolences which poured in.
The end come while Mr.. Wilson was
unconscious. Her illness took a turn
for the worse shortly before 1 o'clock
in the afternoon, and from then on she
grew gradually weaker.
Kneeling at the bedside at the end
were the President and his three daugh-
ters. DR.. Cary T. Grayson, U. S. N,
and nurse were in the room, and just
outside door were Secretary McAdoo
and Francis B. Sayre, Mr.. Wilson's
sons-in-law, and Mr.. Tumulty, his Sec
retary.
Both houses of Congress adjourned
when Mrs. Wilson's death was an
nounced and for a brief time the
wheels of the Government practically
stopped, while every one paid respect
to the loss of the President.
The beginning of the end came at 10
o'clock this morning, when DR.. E. P.
Davis, of Philadelphia, who had been
called in for consultation, realized that
the time for hope had passed. He took
the President into the Red Room of
the White House, and there, in
broken voice, told him the truth. Mr.
Wilson's face blanched, but he bore
the shock well. He was informed that
the end was only question of hours.
Mr.. Wilson then took his daughters
Mrs. W. G. McAdoo, Mrs. Sayre, and
Miss Margaret Wilson, aside and told
them of their mothers condition. Until
then they had thought there was a
chance for her recovery.
From that time on the President and
his daughters remained constantly at
Mrs. Wilson's bedside. The President
held his wife's hand, and the three
daughters were grouped nearby. Until
she became unconscious, Mrs. Wilson
frequently nodded to one or the other
and smiled cheerfully.
During the day Mrs. Wilson spoke to
DIR. Grayson about the President, of
whose health she thought more than
she did of her own.
LAST TOUCHES OF DEVOTION
''Promise me-" see whispered family
that if go, you will take care of my
husband"
1t was the same touch of devotion
which she had so many times repeated
her constant anxiety having been that
the President might not worry about
her or be disturbed in his official tasks.
The President returned to the sick
room from the last conference with
the doctor, his three daughters leaning
on his arm. Francis. Bowes Sayre and
Secretary McAdoo and Secretary Tu-
multy stayed outside the door. Mrs.
Wilson lapsed from consciousness into
unccnsciousness, but rallied. By one
o'clock she began to sink rapidly. She
could still recognize those about her,
however, and looked cheerfully toward
them with the same sweet smile that
will linger long in the memory of the
many who knew her. 1t was char
acteristic expression of sweetness
which officials and their families as
well as people in the slums whom she
had befriended had learned to love.