Without Benefit of Clergy

Two years ago, Rene Viviani, war Premier of France, fell, a huddled heap, over the grave of Isabelle Vouhelier-Lepelletier, his wife, His great voice which on a thousand platforms had been a "kaleidescope of sound" choked with broken sobs.

Last week, famed Frenchmen led a slow funeral procession across country roads through multitudes of mourning peasants and bourgeois to St.-Fargeau, near Paris, and buried the body of the disconsolate orator besides the grave of his wife.

No priest was present. Born in Sidi-bel-Abbes, headquarters of the Foreign Legion in Africa, Viviani was forever fearless. He desired to be forever free, but two passions ruled him: One, "la France;" one, "l'Isabelle."