The Green Forest tribune., 1907-04-05

' tical. modern New York. But as ii ! was when Stanford White was the pre- siding genius there, lavishing all the i brilliancy Of his perverted fancy or l nightly entertainments so bizarre that
 no roue was so jaded that he did not | eagerly seek an invitation to attend ! it belonged to the days of fabled east l ern luxury and splendor, the days oi i the Arabian Nights, with all their wiz ardry of imprisoned genii, enchanted palaces and young girls beautiful as the dawn.
 And the site for this lordly pleasure 1 house, this secret haunt where the master might hold his visitor prisoner for hours or days, this dream house of art and abandon. of refinement and revelry, was chosen, as if in deliberate joy in the contrast, in the he:rt of the most respectable and commonplace surroundings.
 T sat up in the bed and started to scream" said Evelyn Thaw before the court, as she told of her waking in the room of the mirrors. Then I scream ed and screamed and screamed, and be came over and asked me to please keep quiet. Then I began to scream more than ever" All this between Broadway and Sixth avenue, within a stonefs throw of the humdrum shop ping district of Twenty-third street. Commonplace Surroundings.
 One wall of the studio backs on the Eden Musee, the delight of children and simple country visitor. The tu- mutt of Twenty-third street. with it's indolent or hurrying shoppers and their restless humors of the cheapjack toys along the sidewalk, easily reaches the ear. On the Twenty-fourth street side the eye sees only an everyday uglier or shabbier than a hundred rows exactly like them from which the bright tide of fashion has drifted away forever. If an artist wished to DOT. tray thoroughly commonplace street, without hint of romance or q touch to fire the imagination, he could find no better scene And it was just this setting of almost ostentatious responsibility, Of the staidest and least inviting propriety, that Stanford White chose to use as a curtain be- hind which he could set his private stage as he willed, could intoxicate himself with . riotous luxury of sen sua beauty and extravagant display and leach their sorry parts to the pup pets he introduced there without fear Of interruption or discovery. There vice, decked iE her bravest purple and crimson, mocked at the prim gray form or virtues gray gown that sheltered her and let her live. It was as if a dancing hall from Paris should be found hidden among the elms in the churchyard Of some little New Eng land Village.
 Entrance to the cided Den.
 Here is Evelyn Thaw's description of her first visit to the place:
 We stopped at a dingy lodging house and, as We passed inside, thei door opened. No one touched it, but it opele<s of itself. We went through tA1tt doOI dli1 dlCIS DdSSdSG ana up some steps, and then another door opened in the same way. We went up some more steps and when we were half way up 1 stopped and asked where we were going, and a voice called down, but l could not see who 1t was. Then another voice called. a mans and we went on up the stairs till We came into room magnificently furnished with velvets and satins. with all kinds of beautiful things standing around and paintings on the walls and interesting cabinets and bronze and marble statuettes and sha ded lights"
 There are three floors to the studio, not including 8 kind of basement. which was given over entirely to the kitchens, pantries and servants quar- ters, and a peculiar feature of the whole building is the fact that instead of one main staircase running straight up through the house, the different