The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-08-12
BURIAL SERVICE
 FOR MRS. WILSON IS HELD IN RAIN
President, Following Ser vices, is on Way Back to Washington


 Greensboro, N. C., Aug. 12.-The special train bearing President Will son and his family returned from Mrs. Wilson's burial at Rome, Ga, passed through here at S:3O o'clock this morning en route to Washington, where it is due at o'clock this after noon.
 Rome, Ga, Aug 12-Mrs. Woodrow Wilson was buried here yesterday at Myrtle Hill cemetery. Rain fell in tor rents while the coffin was being low cred into the grave, which is beside those of Mrs. Wilson's father and mother. almost within sight of the house in which she lived as a girl.
 Thousands of visitors came to Rome to do honor to the memory of Mrs. Wilson, but a Sabbath-Hke quiet pre- vailed. The special force of police, augmented by members of the Georgra National Guard, found little to do be- yond warning traffic fron-the streets through which the funeral procession moved.
 It was exactly 2:3O p. m. when the Presidential special arrived ,and few minutes later the coffin, covered with gray broadcloth and bearing a single wreath of flowers, was lifted from the funeral car by eight of Mrs. Wilson's cousins and borne to the hearse.
 As the train steamed into the sta- ton church bells throughout the city were tolled. A wide space had been cleared about the terminal, and the thousands of people assembled there stood back respectfully Those who bore the casket were Edward T. Brown, Atlanta; Robert M. Hoyt, Wade c. Hoyt and Nathan Hoyt, Rome; B. P. Axson, Savannah; Randolph Axson and Edward T. Brown, IT,, and Frank G zebreatf. Atlanta. The President; followed by Secretary and Mrs. McAdoo, MT. and Mrs. Sayre, Miss Wilson, Prof. Axson and other near relatives and members of the party quickly left the train and en- tered their carriages. The procession then moved through black-draped streets to the First Presby yterian church.
 More than 800 relatives and friends of the Wilson and Avson families al- ready were gathered in the little edi- flee which Mrs. Wilson attended when her father, the Rev. Edward s. Axson, was pastor there. The church was draped in black with intertwined wreaths of white flowers. On one wall was a white marble tablet to the mem ory of Mrs wilson's father. F1owers were piled high about the catafalQue.. As the President entered, following the coffin, Chopfn's funeral march was played on the organ. A simple, short service was conducted by the Rev. G. c. Sydnor, the local pastor. The Pres ident, his daughter, Secretary McAdoo and MT. Sayre occupied the front pew in the center and back of them were other members of the family, pr. Grayson and Secretary Tumulty. Two old hymns, girlhood favorites of Mrs. Wilson, were sung by the church choir. The Rev. Dr. Sydnor read briefly from the Scriptures and spoke of the beauty and character 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 people, with barred heads bowed, silent and sor- rowfu1.
 The cortege was close to the ceme- tery when rain began to fall. The | downpour soon became torrentiaI. A tent erected over the grave gave par tiaI shelter to the family group but the thousands of people who came to witness the burial were without pro- lection.
 Services at the grave were brief. The President stood with head 1 bowed as the final rites were per formed As he stood there with his da1ghters NE. Wilson made no effort | to conceal his grief. As the hushed voice of the preacher read the burial
 service, the Presidents form was wis l ibly shaken by emotion and tears streamed down his cneeks. l His eyes were as those of one dazed, but his step was firm and his 1 face was stern and set. After the coffin was lowered and the grave l filled, heaps of flowers, the tribute of the nation, were piled high over the | mound.
 On the way to the cemetery the l procession passed the house where | Mrs. Wilson lived as a girl, and an | other spot above the banks of the
 Etowah river, where tradition has ii | that she promised to become the fu- | ture Presidents wife. Nearby was a 1 statue to the women of the South | the inscription on which was written 1 by the President few years ago. On every side were scenes which recalled wildly to him the days o1 l his young manhood and sweet mem ories of the one who no longer will be his counsellor and comforter. | Less than four hours from the time l the funeral train arrived, the Presi | dent and his party were once more | on board their special cars and the return Journey was begun.
 MARGARET WHS SON TO