The semi-weekly messenger. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1897-1908, 1907-02-12

Slip Of q Girl-Narratcd the Story
Of Her Fairly Life in d Frank, Girl
ish Way-Murmurs Of Sympathy
Went Through Crowded Court Room
as She Told OF the Struggles OF Her
self and Mother TO Keep Body and
Soul Notwithstanding of 2 NO
rnan OF the World Appeared i'm Her
tanner as n Laid Bare the In
ner.nost Secrets of Her life.
New York, February 7.-Eyelvn N,.-
OIL inaW told her story today. r.,
save the life of her husband, charged
with murder, she told the world tho in
hermost secrets of her soul, a PORTRAYAL
1or which a sanctuary were a moro
ntting place than the s,,,,.
DUP room. 1t was the same story
she Old Harry Thaw in Paris in 1902
When he asked her to become his w;f,
Inc confession of n who felt there.
was an insurmountable barrier To her
ever becoming the bride of Tho n.,
she loved.
La the big witness chair she appeared
out a slip OF a girl and she told the Dit
l1ul story of her eventful young life in
a frank, girlish way. When tears cana
unoldden to her big. brown ewes and
slowly trickled their a down scar.
let cheeks. she strove in vain tn .a.,
then back. Though the lump in her
throat at times seemed to smother her.
she forced the words from trembling
lips and by a marvellous DISPLAY o.
courage which took her willingly 70
Aer staggering ordeal, she shook off a
depression which once threatened 70
become an absolute collapse.
AS the young wife unfolded the mar
rative OF her girlhood and told the err
.ly struggles of herself and mother to
Keep body n soul together, of how
gaunt poverty stood ever at the doc,
and how she finally was able TO earn
a livelihood by posing for photogra-
s~AN NA0IO1 ~ VIVA kAc III III
INJURED sympathy of the throng which
filled every available space in the big
court room. Then came the narration
of the wreck of that girlhood a. 16
years of age.
1t WAS the story of her meeting with
Stanford White, the story Of the sump-
tuous studio apartment whose diugy
exterior gave nc hint of the luxurious
furnishings within; of a velvet COW
cred swing in which one could swing
until slippered toes crashed through
the paper Of a Japanese parasol swung
from the ceiling; the story Of a g.ass
of champagne, of black, whirling SEN
sations and of mirrored bedroom walls.
In short she told all the story.
Don't scream SO, it is all over. + is
all right"
and this was Stanford White?"
The question came from Dolphin M.
Delmas now conducting the defense
Of Harry Thaw.
Yes, sir"
The stiffness of the crowd which way
big, bustling, showing and snar1lns
some especially coveted seat when
court convened, was its own tribute 10
the effect of the girls story. Into the
narrative there entered nothing of the
woman of the world. A girl in face
and figure, Mrs. Thaw was still L girl
as she withstood an ordeal which
might we'll have startled into error
a woman of maturer years.
In the narrative she injected many
little touches of a young girls hGpes
and disaDpointments. OF her early
she related how her mother had
gone from Pittsburg to Philadelphia to
assistance and how she and her |
Howard, the brother who has |
been in court many days, but not once !
has gone near his sister, were placed
On a train by friends and sent on to
heir mother. She recalled thai the |
TWO little travellers had trouble with
he conductor, who wanted to put
heir cat out of the car. But she aided
they held fast possession OF
t, Just the same.
She told of her arrival in New York
If her life here, and eventually the
by her mother OF the thrice
invitation Of a girl of the
,heatre to meet some of her friends at
luncheon. The girls mother told Eve
yn's mother they were people in New
York society and perfectly proper, else
The. would not let her girl go with them
when she came. for me IN the. nan
'om," said the witness, 81 remember
we would go to the Waldorf. /
lad heard SO mach about it and wanted
o go there. But the hanson stopped