Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1904-04-01
The Toast of
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Copyright. 1903, by Daily story Pub. Coz
BY ADRIANNE soUcoLLE

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Copyright. 1903, by Daily story Pub. Coz
CHE was wondrously beautiful as far
as mere perfection of the features
went, but there was something in the
cold glitter of the eye which to a close
observer of human nature would have
meant that the lovely face was only the
lying mask of a shallow, selfish soul.
Yet men loved her, her beauty was to
them the loadstonG which drew their
hearts as does the bright light to the
summer moth
She gloried in her conquests and it
was with ever increasing pride that she
named those who had loved her Her
fame was universal Throughout Spain,
for it was known that princes, dukes,
poblemen, and even king had loved
her.
Yet one man had bafled her, for be-
meath the burning invitation of her
luminous eyes he had remained cold, in
different, almost contemptuous, and be-
cause of that Lopez de Servedo became
almost as famous as the woman whose
charm he had withstood.
But a woman of Margarita Torenos
type does not at once pronounce herself
vanquished. If he could withstand her
charm it was that his heart was filed by
another love, love that must be killed
before she could hope to conquer. 1t did
not take her Iong to know Lopez's Sc
cret, for she was rich and detectives are
clever. 1t was simple tale of tender
love, pure and holy. The powerful Lo-
PEE de Servedo loved one much beneath
him in social rank one whom his proud
parents would never have recognized SIS
their equal. He had therefore married
her in secret and kept his bliss and her
beauty concealed in a lonely villa some
distance from the noise and vice of the
city.
When Margarita heard this she had
cry Of triumph.
Now that l know his secret he is
mine; he shall cringe at my feet and sue
for the love he has scorned, but first 1
must get rid of her"
For a week she thought; she even
went so far as to visit the little villa
and try with lying tale of Lopez's in
fidelity to make her successful rival
leave the man she wanted. In this she
failed, and returning home, humbled by
her want of success, she cried:
'Then there is only one way; she must
die"
A week later all Madrid was shocked
by the news of mysterious murder
which had been committed in a lonely
villa. A young woman living alone
with two servants was found dead one
morning. a dagger thrust through the
heart MaTgarita's well paid assassin
had done his work.
Lopez de Servedo did not change any
thing in his manner of living. He was
still seen in his box at the opera; he still
frequented the various gambling halls
of the town; he drove his fast horses
with the same careless grace, but could
anyone have seen within his heart they
would have been startled by the tragic
depths of his despair The dead woman
had been the one love of his life, and
had it not been for the hope Of avenging
her he would have soon reioined her in
the grave.
After awhile his Indifference toward
Margarita seemed to melt. His visits
to her home became more frequent and
soon it was murmured that Lopez de
Servedo had at last fallen a victim to
her charms She thought so too and
rejoiced.
81 knew" she thought, that once
freed from his infatuation for that girl
he would turn to me. And now he is
mine. He loves me-and, yes, love
himl"
A month after the strange murder
Lopez and a number of young men and
women were assembled in Margarita's g
home, for Lopez wished to proclaim in
a public fashion his liason with the
beautiful courtesan The wine flowed
freely and as its vapors mounted to the
heads, jokes and laughter reigned SUI
preme. Only Lopez remained calm, in
different, cold
4 Margarita. intoxicated as much by the
triumph of this hour as by the wine she
had drunk, talked as she had never done
before, surprising all by the brilliancy
of her wit, the quiclness of her repair.
tees.
Dessert was served and new wines
/ brought in. Lopez rose and with a
graceful gesture imposed silence. For
a moment he did not speak, as though
he wished to give to all time to admire
his elegant form ard dark, handsome
face; then he began; his voice. soft
and melodious, fell on the ear like a
caress: