The widow of abode bell early, is rich and has no children. She lost her husband, Dr. bell, in a provincial election brawl. He was a generous, loose like a faucet, and when he saw that the word was not enough, because the opponents led the Gauchos in silence to the polls, Dr. bells fell silent and he picked up the most outrageous violence. Is still discussed whether the shot came from the police station, or friends, or opposites, or a murderer loose personal enemy for this or that. You probably will not ever know the cause, the truth is already so buried by that mass of conflicting and interested, never achieved dig. The only certainty is that the shooting took the life of Dr. bells, depriving the country of one of the best organized larynx to emit articulate sounds, at times, seemed concepts to make people happy. It ended with a heroic bronze plaque on his tomb, dedicated to his friends, with a laudatory lines resistant to rain, sun and the corrosive action of time, which finally end up with them. Margaret, the widow, he stood alone, silently admiring the spirit of her young husband and his exalted political fervor to defend, if not the ideas, a few voters with ballots few more or less clean. No wonder my husband says that universal suffrage costs more than it’s worth. Margarita cried a lot. But in the end, everything is in order, to tears. Young, beautiful and rich, life, heath following the death of poor bell, lost, little by little, his desolate, recovering its many charms and seductions