The morning times., 1895-08-22
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THE PIT OF ALLACHY.
Out of the Hollow of Warming Came,
After Many Years, At Lamentation-
Continued from Yesterdays Evening
Times
And do YOU live here?"

ana 90 you live nereE
Adam answered Yes He also was |
proud and Shy. He did not care to let her 1
know that his home was free from squalor
and had It's share OF comfort and even Of /
taste; that those OF his fathers house were /
gently nurtUred and had the respect or the /
country side.
She looked at the lOwly hOvel nearest to |
her; then passed IT To the flag that flOated /
above the trees from the casde where she |
was a guest, and then at Adam Ocilvie |
In the pause the cry OF the sea grew palmer. /
II appeared TO he imploriug, admOHishing, |
evening threatening the listeners. 1t was |
waited from the rocky nook of coast inside |
the skerrics, where, i'll certain states Of the |
tide and the wind, the innumcrable voices |
OF the waters seem TO gather like straws in |
an eddy.
What a strange, weird sound" she
said, DO you know what il Ineans?'
1T is the Pit of Anachy-the Hollow
of the Warming" was the reply. The
folks bereabout believe that it signifies
a change of weather-a change for the
worse"
She turned away to post her letter, aud
he went back to the hollow OF the Witch's
Hill
In eighteen years the sea has time to set
about throwing up a fresh CLINE OF intrench-
ment on its frontier with the land, although
it VIII make and uumake its work many
times before the task is complete The
ribs Of a wreck stuck out Of the new beach
below the Witch's Hmock. This time it
was late autumn There was haze aud
heaviness in the air, but cold draught had
begun to come in from the sea.
The IngIe Links are never so lovely
as in the fan of the year. when the dark
ening green Of the whin and juniper is
enwrought with the gold Of the bracken
and the bramble. Far away across the
parti-coIorcd fields the Castle woods We're
splashed with russet and yellow. II was
lovelness that bite of frost or a blast
of wind might turn TO desolation. The
sea and the hills bore the least trace OF
chang; between these two broad banIs
OF untamed nature the gradations 10
more sophisticated landscape showed as
in a frame.
Toward the legendary trysting place Of
the warlocks and their mates, over the
line turf between the beaches, strUlled a
lady of a certain age II was less a sur
prise than the acting over again OF some
scene that had happened in the past when
a tan shape rose from the shadow of the
WTch's HnIock and stood IN her path,
So many were the marks which the years
had set upon thern that but for the spot
whar. they met. il Is doubtful whether
either would have recognized the other.
That time long ago, wnen they had Tor
| gathered and parted within the hour, moth
ing had passed between them except the
meresU common places of talk. Yet the
| memory Of that chance meeting had power,
| it seemed, TO draw them together again
| after the poetry OF youth had given place
| TO the prose uf middle age.
| Adam Ogilvie had grappled with the
! world and wrested from IL rewards and
houors. Though stiH in the prime Of his
| years. he was already man of note in his
! procession. His face was premaJurely
| lined with the scars OF a not ignoble battle
| with fortune and knowledge But the
| struggle that had braced him had also
! hardened him. The youth who dreamed
| had become the man who scheued A
| change at least as great had come over the
| woman beside him She had been urged TO
| marry man she did not love and she had
| yielded
| sometimes, but more seldom now than for
| merly, she was tempted TO despise her
| self Her aspirations after a higher life
had persisted for lack of favorable air
aud sun; a little practical experience OF
London stunning had made an end OF
them. Her outlines We're becoming too
| rounded. for grace: her swimming days
were done Her eyes like the sea" had
lost with their Hquidity their most potent
charm. They could no longer carry, even
if she wilied it, those lightning messages
that passed from soul to soul OF the
young people who stood here nearly gener-
alton ago. 1t is true that the Word is
mightier than the Thought; sometimes
mightier than the Deed \ word then
spoken might have turned the course OF
two destiuies. 1t might have made har-
mony out of disSonance; a noble poem out
of what was like to become a sordid aud
commonplace history.
An, the little more, how much ii is:
And the little less, what miles away.
But the word of power was never spoke1
between these two, and now, 1t appeared
ii was too late
II was Adam who spoke first this time
Have we not met before Lady Alice and
al this spot?" he said, raising his hat.
The gesture was that of old. but how
different the tone and manner from tha
of the youth who had looked with adoring
eyes on The gracious vision that broke il
upon his musing.
You know my name, them"
Yes; and 1 read OF your marriage in the
papers soon after l showed you the way tC
the postoffice." :"
And you arc"
''Sir Adam OgiIvie, at your service
Then we meet at dinner this evening a
the CASTLE
''Au revoir, then"
"Good-by"
They parted once more, completely Olsen
Chanted. She paused after walking steI
or two and seemed to listen He waited
rs not that the Pit of ATachy?"
Yes; there viii be a storm tonight
The winter is almost upon u.s.
A gust from the sea swept across the