Thaw gave her $1,000 while she was in Paris.
Jerome had in some mysterious and unexplained way secured possession of a diary kept by Evelyn while she was at school at Pompton, N. J., in 1902. Rumor had it, that a handsome sum of money found its way to a member of her family for filching the booklet. Extracts from the diary were read to the fair witness, who admitted their authorship.
Some of the remarkable excerpts were:
“Mrs. De Mille (the head of the school) said to come right in and I jumped with the agility of a soubrette and began to get shy.
“I met Mrs. De Mille’s son, and I must admit that he was a pie-faced mutt.
“My room here is neither large nor small. There is a white, virtuous bed. I took a nap, and the last thing I remember was, I wondered how far I am from Rector’s. Rector’s is really not a proper place for an innocent young person, but I always had a weakness for it.”
“When one comes to think it over it is good to have lived. A girl who has always been good and never had any scandal about her is fortunate in more ways than one. On the other hand, not one of them will ever be anything. By anything I mean just that. They will, perhaps, be good wives and mothers, but whether it is ambition or foolish, I mean to be a good actress first.
“Of course, I can’t live here all the time. And I can’t forget all the old people. They do not know what they are doing here, but give them a chance to get away and see what they would do. If I stay here long I’ll get just like the rest. I am very susceptible and I’ll soon be a — —”
“From the time you first became intimate with Thaw in 1903 until the shooting of White, June 25, 1906, did you ever see anything in Thaw’s condition that was irrational?” asked Mr. Jerome.
“Yes.”