want to have anything to do with him. At the parting he kissed my hand and said no matter what happened he would always love me and I would be an angel to him.'
"Gentlemen, I ask you to picture yourself in the state of mind Harry Thaw was in when he received such a greeting from the woman he loved—the one he had parted from but a few weeks ago; the one he had sworn to devote his whole life to. I ask you to imagine what his condition of mind was when he returned to New York and found that she had had her mind so poisoned against him again by the man who had been the cause of all her misfortune.
"She would allow White to fill her mind with these terrors of Harry Thaw to such an extent that she refused to see Harry Thaw alone. And what must have been the condition of mind of that poor man when he exclaimed, 'Oh, poor, deluded Evelyn!' and stooped and kissed her and then parted, as she believed, forever from her.
"Gentlemen, what was the condition of his mind is pictured to your eyes by documents of immeasurable worth, telling the story of this epoch in Harry Thaw's life.
"The series of letters that voiced the wail that came from his suffering soul is unparalled in history from the time of the Greeks to the present day.
"He wrote to her the day after he had kissed her hand and parted from her—she thought for all time—he wrote: 'Yesterday I saw you—you believed everything false people told you. Poor little Evelyn! You have fallen back into the hands of the man who poisoned your life—who poisoned your mind. I have no reproaches to heap on your head, for I know you are honest.
"'I must fight this battle alone.' his letter went on. 'I should have bet every cent in the world three weeks ago that no hypnotism in the world could have made you turn on me.'
