Perth Amboy evening news., 1906-06-26
THAW KILLS White.

Five minutes after the nrSC act O
begun Thaw, wearing a gray coat and
a straw hat, entered. He had a woman
with him, it is said, but only she sat
down. The stranger walked n%ervously
up and down the aisles. He threaded
his way through the lanes Of plants
and wound in and out of the intricate
alleys formed by the tables until every
one in the immediate vicinity noticed
him.
The first act passed. Thaw was still
moving almlessly. Five minutes before
the second act ended he walked with
firm tread down the left side Of the
roof and halted ut a table.
THE Big Six" similar to the famous
"Florodora" sextet, was on the stage.
The members were singing 81 Could
Love a Thousand Girls" There was
little noise in the big garden. Arthur
Stanford stepped forward and began
to sing There Was a Maid"
Thaw strobe on until, according to
some witnesses, he faced White. With
the architect were Harry Stevens, the
caterer, and besides the woman some
male friends. All were laughing.
Thaw looked White over calmly for a
| second, then leaned over and, shaking
his hand at the architect, said not loud
ly, but clearly:
you've ruined my home, and you
deserve this"
Thaw pulled a revolver and aimed 1t
| carefully. He was as cool as If he
were leading a cotillon, calm as If he
were being interviewed.
Two shots were heard, and Whites
head bowed suddenly on the table over
the glasses. Stevens rose. The woman
disappeared. White, a vigorous man.
staggered painfully to his feet, looking
| squarely ut the man who was killing
him. Thaw, still the same nonchalant
Harry of the society world, pulled the
trigger again as White reeled, there
| was a third report, and the man went
under the table, never to rise again.
There was that ominous pause that
Invariably follows Il tragedy. Lionel
Lawrence, from the side of the stage.
| distant only four tables from the scene
Of the murder, sprang to the boards
and said:
"sing, you girls! Sing! For Gods
sake, keep on"
The girls sang. They danced as the
murdered man lay PROSTATE.
Lawrence grabbed Thaw and pushed
down the hand that gripped the pistol.
The Pittsburger turned. Just then a
woman flung her arms about Thaw's
neck and said:
"I'l stand by you! I'll stick to you,
Harry!"
Fireman Paul Bruden, stationed at
the garden, .sprang to Thaw's side and
gripped the young mans other arm.
Patrolman Debs, in the rear Of the
floor, ran like mad to the spot and
bumped into the trio, also taking hold
of Thaw, from whom the pistol had
been wrenched. The prisoner said:
II shot him, and he deserved it. l
can prove 1t. He ruined my wife, and
got him."
Thaw went quietly with the police
man to the street and was taken to
the Tenderloin station. He offered to
give the patrolman $40 to send the fol
lowing telegram totAndrew Carnegie:
Il am in serious trouble"
Stanford tried to continue his lines,
but in a moment more those who We're
seated ut the tables rushed madls
about, overturning chairs, glasses and
tables.
Women were trampled on, and then
there was a rush toward where the
shots were fired. A great struggle en-
sued between those trying to get away
from the man with the revolver and
those rushing to see what it was all
about.
The famous architect lay in a pool
Of blood. No man approached him.
An actor knelt down and listened for
a heart beat; there was none. Death
evidently had been instant. White in
sliding from the chair had pushed
aside the table and u bottle that had
fallen from 1t lay on the floor with its
neck broken. Lawrence and others
grabbed up a heap of programmes and
covered the face of the dead architect.
1t is said that the beginning of the
tragedy was in the Cafe Martin. Mr..
and Mrs. Thaw, her father and anoth-
err man were dining there last night to-
gether when Mr.. White and two other
men entered and took places neal by.
According to Thaw's WI words, he
did not know of the presence of the
architect until the agitation of his wife
attracted his attention. He asked a
question, to be answered with a note
saying:
"That dirty blackguard is here"
AS he talked with a reporter ut the
lpolice station he reverted again and
again to his wife's attack of shivering
when she saw White In Martins.
"That poor, delicate little thing, all
nervous and shaking like a reed" he
said, half to himself. "and there he
was, the big, healthy scoundrel. God!"
Thaw Is a brother of the Countess
Of Yarmouth. White was the designer
q A.. I.tI1tror On tho roof 0f which ha