The Idaho Republican. [volume] (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1904-1932, 1914-08-14

Brown, Atlanta, Robert M. Hoyt,
and Nathan Hoyt, Rome; B. P. Arson,
Savannah; Randolph Arson, Edward
T. Brown, Jr., Frank c. Gebreath,
Atlanta, and Wade c. Hoyt of Rome.
The president, followed by Secre-
tary and Mrs. McAdoo, Mr.. and Mrs.
Sayre, Miss Wilson, Professor Arson
and other relatives and members of
the party, quickly left the train and
entered their carriages. The process
sion then moved through black -drap-
ed streets to the First Presbyterian
church.
More than 500 relatives and
friends of the Wilson and Arson
families already were gathered in the
little church which Mrs. Wilson used
to attend when her father, the Rev.
Edward S. Arson, was pastor there.
The church was draped with black,
with intertwined wreaths of white
flowers. On one wall was a white
marble tablet to the memory of Mrs.
Wilson's father. Flowers were piled
high about the catafalque.
Funeral March is Played
As the president entered, follow
ing the casket Chopin's funeral
march was played on the organ. A
simple, short service was conducted
by the Rev. G. G. Sydnor, the local
pastor. The president, his daughters,
Secretary McAdoo and Mr.. Sayre ac-
cupied the front pew in the center
and back of them were other men,
bers of the family DR.. Grayson and
Secretary Tumulty. Two old hymns,
girlhood favorites of Mrs. Wilson,
were sung by the church choir The
Rev. Dr. Snyder then read briefly
from the scriptures and spoke of the
beauty and charity of Mrs. Wilson's
life.
AS soon as the church service was
ended the short journey to Myrtle
Hill cemetery was begun. School
girls, dressed in white and holding
laurel branches lined the streets
through which the procession passed.
Behind them were thousands OF peo-
pie with barred heads, bowed, silent
and sorrowful.
The cortege was close to the ceme-
terry when rain began to fall. The
downpour soon became torrential.
A tent erected over the grave gave
partial shelter to the family group,
but the thousands of persons who
came to witness the burial were with
out protection.
Brief Services at Grave
Services at the grave were brief
and of impressive simplicity. The
president stood with head bowed as
the final rites we're performed. As
he stood there with his daughters,
Mr.. Wilson made no effort to conceal
his grief. AS the hushed voice of the
preacher read the burial service, the
presidents form was visibly shaken
, with emotion, and the tears streamed
down his cheeks. Others of the party
wept silently and softly.
After the final benediction was pro-
nounced the president slowly return
ed to his carriage. His eyes were
as those of one dazed, but his step
was firm and his face was stern and
set.
After the casket was lowered and
the grave filled, heaps of flowers, the
tribute of the nation, were piled high
over the tomb.
Memorable Spot Passed
On the way to the cemetery the
processian passed the house where
Mrs. Wilson lived as girl and an
other spot above the banks of the
Etowan river, where tradition has it
that she promised to become the flu
lure pI0SIucuL UlluC. lCol Ny "oo
statue of the women of the south,
the inscription on which was written
by the president few years ago.
AS the president returned to his
private car he passed between double
lines of national guardsmen. Several
of Mrs. Wilson's former shoolmates
were greeted by Mr.. Wilson as he
stood bearheaded outside his car. The
special train left here a minute or
two after 6 o'clock and soon after
ward the president retired for the
night. He has slept little since Mrs.
Wilson died, and showed the effects
of his sorrowful vigil.
Professor Arson tonight sent the
following telegram to Mrs. Edward
Elliott, Mrs. Wilson's only sister,
whose illness in California prevented
her from attending the funeral:
I'VE have buried sister between
father AMI mother" .., ..-....