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...
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