The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1907-04-04
Was House Within House Where
the Light of Day Never Was AL
Lowed to Penetrate---OnLy by Sc
cret Passages Could Entrance Be
Gained.

New York. - Ever since Eve
lyn Nesbit Thaw told her story
on the witness stand so that
all men might judge whether its tell
ing were not enough to turn husband
mad-even before that, ever since the
pistol shot that killed Stanford White
last June let loose on the ears of men
countless stories of revel and debauch
until only legions of shameful ghosts
seemed left to guard the memory OF
the dead architect, curiosity has been
drawn irresistibly to Whites Twenty
fourth street studio. 1t is the place
which. if half the stories told were
true, White had dedicated to that part
of his life which ultimately led him to
his death-the place where he played
Hyde with a few depraved companions
while to all the rest of the world he
was distinguished and an envied
Jckyll a place which was heaven of
beauty, and also, according to report,
a hell of sin.
No other spot in New York has so
stirred the imaginations of thousands.
No other spot has been at once such
\ commonplace of gossip and yet so
utterly unknown, such a closed mys-
terry to all. And to-day, stripped of
much of its mystery and of all the
glamour and lure of its wonderful
treasures of art, with only the dull
outer walls left to give mute testi-
mony to the reality of the wild scenes
they once sheltered, it remains with
ont a parallel in the history of this or
any other modern city.
Truly Well Concealed.
1t is not just suite of rooms or
one or more floors of house cleverly
protected from the observation or in
trusion of other tenants. Still less is
it an ordinary house, the windows of
which, however thickly curtained
and screened, must still look down on
passers-by in the street below and be
exposed in turn to the curious gaze
OF any and all who cared to raise their
heads.
You may have trouble to find this
place" wrote Harry Thaw when he
first appealed to Anthony Comstock
and the Society for the Suppression of
Vice TO put a stop to the infamous
practices which he said were carried
on within its walls; you may have
trouble to find this place, for it is well
concealed"
Well concealed it is, for though a
man knew street and number he might
search all day and never find it, going
IN his way at last satisfied the address
ne had was wrong. No stranger in
the street ever saw the windows OF
stanford Whites studio; man might
pass through the outer door of the
ousc and wander all through the
building. and though he would find
naSy access to the studios or rooms OF
other men he would find no hint to
dead him TO that of Stanford White
That gilded temple of the senses
stands apart, a house almost within a
house iuclosed within two rows OF
other houses with blank walls on all
sides to shut it off from all view and
observation. 1t was a place used only
IN the night time and with no need
Tor the light of day, ordinary windows
and their outlook had no place in the
designers plan. Only a secret pas
sage, cunningly walled off in the main
house fronting on Twenty-fourth
street, could it be reached, and only
through secret doo- which slid open
ut the touch of hidden spring could
friend or visitor enter that passage.
Belongs to Other Days.
The studio is situated in the small
open court that lies between the rears
Of the houses on Twenty-third and
Twenty-fOurth streets. AS it stands
today, diSmantled and untenanted, il
would make an ideal haunt for kid
napers or cOunterfeiters, or any of the
pthcr desperate plotters who figure sc
largely in romantic novels, and fol
this reason, even in its present, its
most commonplace aspect, it seems tc
belong to medieval days, an age
younger by centuries than busy, prac