Penny Dreadfuls, 1889 · page 198 of 218
A Servant of Satan: Romantic Career of Prado the Assassin — page 198: what you’re looking at
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190 $$ + ASERVANT OF SATAN. gutter, she would let her head fall on the greasy window- sill.and weep scalding tears of pain and regret. Far hap- pier were the victims whom Frederick had dispatched from this world than this broken-hearted creature whose life he had shattered and ruined. In the middle of 1883 Frederick arrived in Paris, and continued to live there in the same reckless and dissipated fashion. He lost all the little money he had brought with him from Spain, and sank lower and lower, cheating at eards, swindling hotel and lodging-house keepers, and grad- ually rolling to the very bottom of the social scale. More than once he went to bed without a dinner, and in one word he now belonged to the very lowest class of adventurers. Driven by the pangs of hunger and misery, he even went so far as to blackmail several ladies of high rank and posi- tion, but somehow or other always managed to escape the vigilant eye of the French police. ~ Qne night, having made a few napoleons at baccarat, he bought seats at the Folies-Bergeres, and after a scanty dinner at a cheap restaurant he proceeded thither accom- panied by the woman who was then living with him, a gaudily dressed, red-haired, and brazen-faced creature, who was well known on the outer boulevards. During a pause in the performance the well-assorted couple repaired to the foyer, where they bogan to pace up and down, arm in arm, among the crowd of “habliwane where here and there a stranger was noticeable who had come to see the fun. | Suddenly Frederick and his companion found themselves face to face with a lady and gentleman who were just about to leave the place. As Frederick caught sight of the lady he unconsciously dropped his companion’s arm and bowed low. Lady Margaret, for it was she, looked at him, in haughty surprise, then turned to her husband as if to com- plain of this piece of insolence. : comicbooks ele)