Evening star., 1924-02-07

, there was weeping among the women.
1t had taken long to get the fu-
neal train in motion and still longer
for its slow progress up the hill to
wind in through the cathedral ground
TO the chapel entrance past other
thousands.
Cross Lends Choir.
Led by the cross, the choir moved
into the aisle leading to the altar.
which was banked on either side with
the flowers that filled every nook and
corner and flowed over into the
outer corridor, lining both sides of
the approach to the chapel entrance.
Thus between walls Of bright blos-
SONS the honor guard was lifting
the casket down to bear it in to its
place at the rail.
AS the casket was carried through
the inner door and into the aisle, the
choir moved slowly onward toward
the altar in hushed silence. Then.
from his place as he walked, DIR. Tay-
lor raised his voice:
Il am the resurrection and the life,
saith the Lord" he read, and on down
through tho scriptural passages until
the choir had filed on to it's place
beside the altar. The clersymen took
up their stations, standing before the
altar the two Presbyterian ministe RS
in their black gowns. the bishop and
his colleague of the Episcopal Cathe-
dral in white vestments.
Family Move to Left.
Just before them the body bearers,
set down their burden again and
withdrew to join their comrades in
the room. The black goWned widow.
the two daughters and the other
members of the family moved to their
places on the left, while President
Coolidge and the honorary pallbear-
ers and old friends turned to vacant
seats to the right, where the cabinet
members already stood.
Then Bishop Freeman began the
reading of the Thirty-ninth Psalm.
At the close. as he called the COM
pany to prayer. those who were seat
ed sank to their knees with bow ed
heads until. with raised hand, he
pronounced the solemn blessing that
ended the service. The organ sound
slowly out again into the aisle.
around the somber bulk of the casket
with its single cluster of color. The
chanting tones Of the recessionai
hymn sound: THE Strife is Ger, the
Battle Done"
Following the choir went the clergy
men, down the aisles and off to the
right through the doorway, the chant
ing voices growing softer and softer
in the distance and fading at last to
faint whisper as the door was
closed.
THAT we may live and sing to thee.
Ailelula." came the last line, then the
faint far-away chords of the last
Amen"
All But Family Leave.
AS the organ took up again its
softly chanted note of sorrow Mrs.
Wilson was led by her brother out
into the chapel robing room on the
right and behind her went the mem
hers of the family 10 seek seclusion
there until the chapel should be clear
ed for the private entombment. They
did not need to pass through the
thronsed room again. a door close to
the altar letting them escape that
trial.
AS they left President Coolidge rose
and moved out of the chapel to be
whirled away at once TO the White
House Behind him the gathering
slowly made it's way out TO the wait
ing cars. leaving the honor guard and
those who would lift the great slab
from the vault entrance alone in the
dim room.
None but the eyes of the dear ones
and the closest friends and of the
religious comforters and the loyal
comrades of the sister service saw
this last moment. II was not until
the great stono had been put to one
side and the honor guard men stood
ready to lower the casket gently into
the hands Of the comrades waiting
below TO lift il to its secluded niche
in the western end. that the family
came back for that last farewell. The
clergymen stood at the head of the
entrance. while Mrs. Wilson took
her place at the foot. facing the
chapel altar.
Soldier Sounds "TapS.-
AT the last the Presbyterian min
listers whom the dead man had wor-
shipped with in life Joined in say
ing over him the form of burial serv-
ice his church knows. Bishop Free
man concluded the service. repeating