The Washington times., 1920-07-19
BY Jane Mclean.
Screen Version Novelized.

ochlNI lloii tht 'oP VI
the Giralda tower across the
IL Guadalquivir the dweller in
Seville sees many lovely vistas. fer
tile farms beyond the river, and,
nearer, delightful plazas rich with
multi-colored flowers.
Before the days of the all de-
vouring auto when the graceful vic
.toria was still the fashion and the
elite of the city strolled in the cool
of the afternoon down the statue
lined avenue untroubled by the all
pervading fumes of gasoline the
passing throng paused to witness a
little drama in the garden of the
lovely Senorita Teodora Zanetti.
A typical Spanish garden this
flower plot Of the Senorita's and in
its center a mound whereon bloom
ed lilies famed the city over for
their beauty.
Through the bars of the grating
peered two matadors with eyes that
spoke of the itch for possession. Be-
hind them, her mantilla thrown
saucily over her head, a black-eyed
girl dared them to snatch flower
from the garden.
,,-. They rushed to the gate together,
tore in and the foremost seized
shivering blossom from cluster
and held it aloft as both returned
in hot haste to the girl.
A quick thrust from the hand of
the loser and the trophy fell to the
pavement. In the mad scramble to
regain it the flower was torn to
shreds and left on the ground.
The girl laughed--the matadors
laughed and a passer-by, stepping
with heavy heel on the flower,
crushed It out of ALI semblance to
the beautiful creation it had been
but a moment before.
The laugh of the girl sounded a
little way down the plaza when
Teodora herself appeared in the
garden. Seville, that old city of
the Moors, is noted for it's beautiful
women. fedora was living eX-
ample to make good this boast.
Dark, as Spaniards are. her eyes
were as black as the blacklist dia-
mond of rare luster her hair like
the raven, her figure 1.-the and
graceful, her arms subtly rounded,
her wrists and ankles models of ar
tistic perfection.
A SIMPLE FIGURE.
Dressed in simple white she epit-
omized in her lovely figure the
stately grace of the lily torn from
her garden by the playful hands of
the world. AS she walked along
the paths she was followed by an
aged nurse. who, hurrying with
maternal solicitude, threw white
mantilla over her shoulders and
J head, falling back to gaze on her
with eyes that told of undying love.
The girl had witnessed the trag-
edy OF the broken flowers without
!
to her it was a mere incident. Her
heart at twenty was not filled with
forebodings; she was not a seeress
with eyes that could look years for
ward and draw analogies; she was
romantic young woman in love.
And now as she walked a little
? impatiently scanning the carriages
that passed and the men and the
women who formed a nevcr-ending
. procession, she waited for the ar
rival of the man of all men to
whom she had given her heart.
Don Julian Gorgas, rich, power
full. with ambitions of political pre-
ferment which his money and his
talents bade fair to enable him to
realize, drove to the gate in splen-
did pair and, catching sight of his
fiancee, hurriedly\- stepped down,
swung open the barrier to the
garden and, bowling, kissed her hand
with all the gallantry of the Span
ish grandee.
Curious eyes looked on, the world
passed by and remarked after its
fashion on the match between the
beautiful orphan girl and the man
OF affairs twice her age. And
each put his own construction on
this marriage-to-be She was mar
rying him for his money, or she was
marrying him for his position at