Evening star., 1924-02-02

Mr.. Wilson's physicians reared the
ftckering fame Of life would go out
In the early morning hours, when
vitality is lowest But while they
anxiously watched over him. his heart
action continued strong and his
breathing regular, while he slept rest
fully.
Having come through the night, the
physicians now feel there is no pre-
dieting how fa= his tenacity may sus-
tain him. It is not beyond the range
Of probability that Woodrow Wilson
might linger along three or four days.
1t is, Of course, possible that some
thing may snep at any moment and
he will slip quickly away.
Mr.. Wilson's failure to take nour-
ishment this morning was discon-
certing signs to his physicians. When
firmly and whispered. NO" When Of
fered sips of water he made the same
reply. The physicians agreed that
sustenance might have to be given in
some other way.
Mrs. Wilson at Bedside.
In the shaded chamber where the
former President lies. Mrs. Wilson Is
has been with difficulty that DR..
Grayson has persuaded her to take
any rest. She did take some sleep
during the night while DR.. Grayson
relieved her at the bedside. Then
she took up the vigil this morning
while DR.. Grayson went to his home
for a brief rest. Either the physician
or the wife are constantly watching
and waiting.
Enormous quantities Of mail and
kilograms pouring into the Wilson
home will be acknowledged, begin
unteered to take UP secretarial duties: !:
others have offered the loan or
servants, motor cars or anything
else needed for the emergency.
Deeply stirred. Admiral Grayson
came out early this morning ga ahu hesota suiu
hreaking fight Woodrow Wilson made
Sor life through the long. silent hours
~ the treacherous night Creeping
dawn found him victorious, but the
last bit Of his ebbing strength seemed
spent in the struggle ne was SLOWLY
losing.
ErnysOn Shows Emotion.
"1t almost breaks ones heart to
watch his great fight for life. Ad-
yn,ral Grayson said, his voice shaken
hy the emotion he could not hide. He
bod lust come from his night-long
vigil by the death bed. and the ordeal
nod left it's mark upon his asnen
Taca Hour by hour he had watched
the slender thread by which Mr.. VIII
son cIung to life sway uncertainty,
ready to part at any minute:
W. The bedside of Americas dying
n;or president. While little groups
watched in front of the 8 street home
hourly bulletins flashed word OF ms
gamest battle to the farthest fringes
cages OF prayerfuI hope that some
miracle might spare him for a while
Early evening found washington
telephone exchanges taxed beyono ca
pacity with calls from far and near.
Ali asking the one anxious question:
ais the President dead?" 1t seemed
almost pitiful that nearly every one
should refer to him as the President.
Inquiries by the thousands poured into
distant points were directed personally
to the telephone company.
Hundreds Journey to Home.
AS the evening shadows gathered. the
pilgrimage to Mr.. Wilson's house
became precipitate. Hundreds Of men
and women-perhaps thousands--jour-.
neyed by foot to the little colonial
door from which he delivered his last
address. Motor traffic on the street
was forbidden and adjacent thorough
fares were almost blocked by the
parked cars Of those come to pay their
last respects to woodrow Wilson.
Pitiful to the extreme were some OF
the scenes in that faithful band. One
woman, dressed In deep mourning, tim
idly approached tho door and knocked
for admittauco. In her trembling hand