Connecticut western news., 1907-02-14
Wronged by Stanford White When She Was Sixteen.
HUSBAND KNEW OF RUIN
She Accounted Tale to Him When
 He Proposed to Her.
WHOLE COURTROOM MeYED TO TEARS

WHOLE COURTROOM MOVED TO TEARS Recital of Young Woman Affects Judge, Jury and sPsotators-EarIy Years of Poverty Followed by Earn ina of Livelihood as Model For Artists and osraphsrs-Aooepted Stage Friends Invitation to Luncheon Where She Met Architeet-He Gave Her Presents and Sent Her Mother Back to Pittsburg, Saying He Would Take Care of Girl-Defsndant Sobs as Wife Gives Testimony.
 New York, Feb. 18.-Evelyn Nesbtt Thaw, the young wife of the man on murdering Stanford White, resumed the witness stand to continue the tes- timony whose first installment shocked even New York, accustomed as the me- tropolis Is generally believed to be to such sensations.
 In the first part of her testimony Mrs. Thaw told the story of the shoot ing substantially as 1t had been re- lated by other witnesses.
 As the former chorus girl answered readily the questions put to her every one In the courtroom leaned eagerly forward so as not to miss a word that dropped from her lips. The pitiful story she told moved every one in the room. Men wiped the tears from their eyes, while the morbid women who had come to hear the revolting testimony sobbed aloud. It was one of the most dramatic recitals ever heard in any court.
 To save the life of her husband she barred to the world the innermost se- crets of her soul. 1t was the same sto- " she told Harry Thaw in Paris in 1903 when he had asked her to become his wife, the confession of one who felt there was an insurmountable bar risr to her ever becoming the bride of the man she loved and who loved her.
 Early Years of Poverty.
 As the young wife unfolded the mar rative of her girlhood and told the ear ly struggles of herself and her mother to keep body and soul together, of how egaunt poverty stood ever at the door and how she finally was able to earn livelihood by posing for photographers and artists she won the murmured sympathy of the throng which filled every available space in the big court room. She told of her fathers death when she was eight years old.
 Then came the relation of the wreck of that girlhood at sixteen years of age. 1t was the story of her meeting sumptuous studio apartment whose dingy exterior gave no hint of the lux urious furnishings within, of velvet covered swing in which one could swing until slippered toes crashed through the paper of Japanese para sol swung from the ceiling, the story of glass of champagne, of black, whirling sensation and of mirrored bedroom walls. In short, she told all the story of her ruin in the studio in the tower of Madison Square Garden, the building designed by White and in which he met his death Her story gave horrifying details of the manner in which White drugged her and then accomplished her purpose.
 Tells Story of Downfall.
 This was in August, 1901. 'He was big and fat and ugly. remember him meeting us at the head of three flights of stairs" she continued. He gave me presents, and my mother let me go to other parties. Then he said my mother should visit some friends in Pittsburg. She said she could not leave me- He said it would be all right; that he would look after me- Finally she went. Then came an in- vitation to a party, but no one else was there, just us two. They all seem to have turned US down. he said. Then when we had dined and I wanted to go home he said I hadn't seen all of bedroom with the mirrors all over the walls"
 Thus the story ran, with just here and there an interruption by MT. Del mas to advise the girl to fix the dates of the various happenings and always to tell just what she had told Harry Thaw when he asked her to become his wife. It was through the fact that she had "told everything to Harry that she was permitted under the rules of law to give her story to the jury.
 In the sympathy impelling story of the girl, the girlish fascination of a voice of softest quality, yet ringing clear in enunciation, the courtroom lost
 
 came halt in the girls fight against the tears the people who had gazed unceasingly at her lowered their eyes as if the relief from their stare might bring her the composure she finally won. Then they saw Harry Thaw again.
 His whole frame shaking, he sal with his head buried in his hands, a handker hief covering the eyes. Where