Evening star., 1924-02-07
BUGLE CALLING SOFTLY
IN DUSK TELLS WORLD
WILSON is LAID TO REST
By the Associated Press.

| By the Associated Press.
\ buglc. calling softly in the fading
dusk yesterday, told that Woodrow
Wilson had assed to his earned and
honored rest. Ii sang the same SOL
dier requiem that onCe before. at the
lips Of the same loyal comrade, IL
/, sang to lull Amcrica's unknown to
sleep in his glory. And as the hugle
down on the city. It stricken woman
turned away from the entrance of
the stone crypt down n the dim
chapel. leaving her dead to the mercy
OF God.
Grayson Stays to End.
At the end there still stood beside
the vault one staunch friend of the
dead President, a friend who had
battled death for him to the bitter
end: who had shared in the great
days of his triumph. the bitter days
OF disappointment even as now he
stood 20 render the last loyal service.
Not until the great slab of stone had
been swung back to close the vault
did DIR. Grayson end the vigil he has
Kept with Woodrow Wilson for more
than a half score of years.
Today the caSket of black steel
lies ip the western niche of the
great vault below Bethlehem Chapel
Above, towering from the hillside.
looms the gray mass iof the cathe-
drai. The city has turned back from
cares ot life, but with poignant MEM
orieS in it's heart
AS the hour of the burial services
drew on, thousands took their places
along the way from house to chapel
to stand long in the Chill air, unmind-
ful of the fUrries of snow and raj
that beat about them. The wide ave-
nue. over which the dead war Presi-
dent would make his last journey
was banked with people and kept
clear of traffic until he should have
passed. Before the house. across the
street. solid rank of people
gathered.
Flowers in Every Room.
Within the home, on the second
moor. mowers were everywhere. They
covered the walls and sent their soft
fragrance down from every niche
and corner. There are three rooms
and a short hallway on this floor. the
living rooms of the house Wide
doors had been opened to make them
one room, that all who should be
the home privacy the dead man loved
might at least heal what was said.
In the study, where a great vacant
chair before the fireplace stood un-
touched since last he had sat there
to ponder in the warm glow, the
casket had been set. On the walls
about clustered the old. trusty friends
OF many years. books ranking row
on row from floor TO ceiling save
in the spaces where old pictures made
sacred by ties of m rgnory, looked
down. AT one side stood the piano
brought from the quiet, scholarly
home at Princeton of those other
Years before greatness had found
woodrow Wilson out and called him
forth to battle and to death.
1t was among these surroundings
CT quiet, home-loving thinker, the
precious memory-lo den things of
home, that old friends were now
gathering to pay him last honors
For little before the service began
the ,casket was open, that q few who
knew and loved him best might gaze
a moment at the still, pain-worn face
into which death had brought a,
least something almost of the placid
look of the years long past. Not
all of those who crowded the rooms
had this opportunity. 1t was re-
served only for intimates. of what
eyer station in life. who mingled in
thiT silent company.
The three clergymsn then took
the ir places ct the head of tha hior