In the midst of a solemn hush in the service came the dulcet voice of a child singing. It was little Florence Evelyn, hidden behind the evergreens, and in tones that will never be forgotten by the hearers, and which were clear and distinct in all parts of the edifice, came the words of the hymn, “We Are Going Down the Valley One by One.” Before the song was half finished nearly the entire audience was moved to tears.
Softly, tremulously, yet distinctly, came the impressive burden of the song. It was a splendid triumph for the child, and it still lingers in the hearts of the people who were there, its remembrance helped them in the midst of her trials to sympathize with and pity her.
Evelyn Reveals White as a Fearful Monster.
STAGGERING BLOW TO PROSECUTION--MOB OF WOMEN FIGHTS TO ENTER COURT--PATHETIC SCENE--HAND OF MAGICIAN SUGGESTED IN DOORS THAT OPEN WITHOUT HUMAN AID--AT AGE OF 16, BEAUTY FELL INTO CLUTCHES OF UNSCRUPULOUS MILLIONAIRE--THOUGHT WHITE AN “UGLY MAN”--RED VELVET SWING IN DEN OF MIRRORS--BEAUTY DRUGGED WITH WINE--MOTHER’S INFLUENCE REVEALED--PHOTOGRAPHED IN KIMONO--LURED TO WHITE’S STUDIO.
The staggering blow to Jerome was about to be dealt. Tense, nervous, and thrilled with emotions of pity, the spectators hung on every word of the pale Evelyn when she resumed her testimony.
Word of the impending revelations mysteriously got outside the court-room, although the doors were barred.
The corridors were filled, and scores of people, many of them women, tried in every possible way to force themselves by the officers at the courtroom doors, but after the preceding afternoon’s laxity the bars were put up again and very few were allowed to pass.
However, half a score of women managed to succeed. They were attired in their gayest costumes, in marked contrast with the costume of Mrs. Thaw.
Evelyn on the stand did not look even her 23 years. She was dressed in a plain dark blue gown, with a long coat and wore a broad white linen collar. Her hat was dark and low in the crown, with a broad soft brim, and trimmed with a small bunch of violets. She wore her hair in a loose knot low on her neck, tied with a large black ribbon. Her face, which until she took the stand, was unusually pale, was first flushed, then ghastly in its pallor. It was marked with delicate eye-brows and long lashes. Her eyes were large and dark, and appealing, and her dark hair required frequent brushing back from her eyes. Her slender figure was tense with excitement, and her voice was usually firm and clear.