The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1897-10-05

Full twenty miles from headland To
headlaud Kamortin bay curves In
silver green crescent. spotted with rocky
islets, uninhabited except by the guiis
and gunnets which wheel anu nuttcr all
day long about and above their parreh
seaQirt villages. There Is neither town
nor hamlet nor so much as fshermans
hut upon the whole extent OF the shores.
For tho bay il too shallow land too
thickly beset with shoals and ieuges 10
render safe the visit OF the smallest traw-
Ter or smack. As You stand uDon the nil
overlooking the narrow, ill-kept ROAD
which leads from st Giles TO Windsor.
along the shores OF the hay, you may
watch the white. winged sloops ana
schoners going tree or tacklDR against
head wind. but you will never see one OF
them making a reach into Ramortin bay.
IL is, indeed an ill-omeped place. and
moro than one mackeroler. loaded TO the
hatoh hes. has grounded upon these evil
shoals, and gone to pieces In the next
northeast gale.
But what has chiefly given Ramor In
bay It's ugly reputation Is space OF
beech covered at extreme high tide ana
bare at all other times, known hs the
Shutdown Sands. It IL wide grayish-
hued surface, running outward some
forty yards TO the fringe OF tninbling
turf which during most seasop OF the
year, approaches no nearer tho roau,
mere wagon track. skiIting the shore at
this point upon an ancient stone wall.
perilous spot 1t Is. too for the highway
abuts sharply upon the 81 as. without rail-
ing or paIapet scarce five feet above the
grim exnanse. which quakes and trembles
from moment TO moment with mysteri-
Gus hissings and groanines, which seem
TO proceed from unseen covens below.
There are grewsom stories Of foot pas
seDgers who have fallen off the wall anu
been swallowed up their pltious cries
mingled with the eerie shrieks OF the
night heron. or the far ahead, mplnncholy
whoopiDgs Of the owl, among the hrapches
Of tho blasted cypress upon the adJicent
hillside. Ii is said. too, that an honest
farmer driving homeward from st. Giles
market by this road. lost his way In the
darkness. and was never more heard Of
neither man nor, horse nor vehicle.
Standing upon the ancient wall you
might throw upon the smooth surface OF
the Sundown Sands pebble button, a
twig, and as you gazed 1t would sink from
sight in moment leaving all as blank
and secret as before.
A sad and desolate spot IL Is, even upon
the brightest midsummer MONDAY. he
storm -writhen Cypress on the hillside Is the
only thing resem blingtree or shrub In signt
Sparse mottlings OF wbitered grass Ind
wretched sustenance among the rocks.
Dank clumps of blubber weed and olots
of sprawlinR alRae cling upon the surf
worn rocks beyond the rim OF the sun
down Sands Naught else has nature-all
beautifier as she is-been able TO work up
on this mourDful place
Half q mile over the bill there Is an an
cient many gablcd dwelling. surrou nded
by evergreens. facing upon the main road
From the upper windows glance OF the
Sundown Sands and the old road skirtipg
them may be obtained.
The young girl that stood at one Of these
"a nod
section OF the road. visible from her posi-
ii IN W. lth palstaee an breathless anxiety.
she was tall and slender of figure. with
something commanding in the altitude
she had unoonsciously assumed. which
matched the firm yet gentle aspect Of her
beautiful features. What first struck tbe
observer WAS her magnificent hair. Red
brown, shot with glints of gold, like the
hair Titan was 80 fond of painting, but
with a glory and brillianoy never rep
resented by pigment on canvas, ID was
gathered in superh u Knot at tho back OF
her shapely head. During the brief win
ter visits 10 the metropolis Berenioe Iol-
lands hair had become famous in the
small circles she frequented. And indeed
Ii was gloii 1us, wonderful hair worthy of
goddess VI tho Arcadian days.
Suddenly she dropped the glass with a
cry OF dismay
"They are quarrellingu" she calculated
a
them. or something terrible may hap.
PEN
As she turned hastily about the fasten-
ing OF her har gave way, and the glitter
ing coil unrOlled md fell. sweeping the
floor in thick, gold llecked mass. swift
ly she twisted IL up, and, throwing
shawl of lace over her head ana shoulders
she hurried out 9s .ao house, tuking tho
rough. descchoing slope of the hin as
more direct than the roundabout curve of
the road. LET US pause here "A moment.
Cousin Geoffry. have something seIi-
Gus TO say to you.
what is IT. Cousin Roger must say
you have chosen an unpleasant spot for a
talk. l never take this roaf II can help
1t; for those ugly looking sands give me
the horrors.
'As good n grave rs any other" NUT
tered Roger, gazing over the edge OF the
wall with a gloomy brow. "A man might
lie as comfortable under those sands as in
q cburchyard.
"Look you. Roger. my boy, " said Geof-
frey, with on attempt mt gayety. "If you
dragged me out OF my comfortable bed
this morning to listen to disquisitions
upon the grave ana tho future state, l
wish you had let me sleep an hour
lcngsr.
"Geoffrev, returned Roger. raising n
face whose expression started bis com
paniop. IL was deadly pale. ana lurid
CLEAN shot from his eyes, indicative OF
such hatred ana DESPAIR as appalled, bis
cousin. "Geoffrey, you have taken from
me all that makes life valuable You
have destroyed ell my hop3s of the future.
You have condemned mo tn hell, whom,
ont for you, I might bavo bad heaven" "
Cousin Roger, - replied Geoffrey. his
natural spirit beginning To overcome his
amazement, II hope you ara talking mere
nonsense. But IL you mean anything by
this rigmarole l expect you to explain 10
at once. Speak out MANI
You have robbed me of Berenice Tol-