The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-01-13
AN IRISH MARK TAPLEY.
BY LUXE SHARP.

will be pestered with offers of carriages, cars, boats, ponies and what not. The only way to escape is to make arrange ments at the hotel, select particular programme for the day and turn deaf ear to all offers of aid made up my mind to walk that day as far as l could along the eastern shores of the lakes, and meet the kenmare Car in the evening and ride back to Killarney. resolved not to change my route for the smoothest tongued native that ever piled the blar- ney, and firm on this point l started out down the main street of the town al the end of which faced the pos,ofiice with it's clock pointing 10 s. and, turning along that street, walked briskly in the chilly, moist air toward the lakes. l was rather an object of interest to the inhabitants, first because l wore picturesque water proof down to my heels that attracts at tention even in London.
 If the constabulay ever let you out of Dublin with that coat on, said friend when left, they need never arrest any body on suspicion after.
 Another reason was that l was about the first tourist that appeared in killar- ney during the season of $, and IS the season was now we'll on Tn December, the national hopefulness will be apprec s;ed when say ;hia; tic boa;si,en and carmen still lay.in wait for the sigh,secr. walked steadily on in the bright sun shine and over a gl,s,cnng wet road, pay ing not the slightest attention 10 those who battered along making the most tempting offers of cars and boats. be- lieve silence would have given me ulti- mate victory. but we came to q place where the road forked. l didn't know which 10 take. hesttated. and-was lost. The crowd clamored around me and gave me lots of advice. winch from its con fllcting nature was unable to profit by. A man who had been walking on the other side of the way came eacrossrebuked the youngsters, and asked where wanted to go. "To the lakes answered.
 I'm just going that way he said, and I'll be plazed to show ye the road" We walked along together, and the mo- ment got into his company the follow CTS dropped off and we wen, down curv- ing road we'll shaded with trees One young man from the crowd walked along with us on the other side of the way
 Some day I'll sit down and write how that man got me to abandon my resolu- ton and gradually make me feel that 1t was the luckiest of chances that had en- Countercd him. l have thought of It with admiration often since then. How he first expressed mild surprise tbat a man m hls senses would have chosen the route had selected. as there was stone wall on the lake side ot i, for miles How II came ou; tha, he happened >to own Il boat himself. etc. He seemed to know the exact time he hooked me for he gave a nod to the man across the road. who al once sped out of sight around the curve At last we got to this point.
 Well, you see, I'd like to go in your boat, but left my overcoat at the hotel and have only this thin waterproof in stead. So don, propose to go shivcr- ing across the lakes in boat. III Deccm- Der, even if O'Sullivan's cascade is as fine as you say
 Is it cold yer saying? Sure it's like an April morning, the day. It's warm I'll be, rowing over the lakes this day, and if ye'd put my coat over yer shoul- ders it's favor ye'd be doing me"
 Don't you think il looks like rain ?"
 "Divil dhrap O rain there'll be this day.
 So we came to the ruins of Ross Cas- tie, standing by the dark waters of the Lower Lake. This castle was the last in Ireland to surrender to Cromwell. It be- longed to the O'Donoghues, and am credibly informed that on every May morning at sunrise the ancient chieft,in rises from the waters of the lakes and vis- its his old home. He must be as fond of cold morning bath as an English man.
 Standing in boat at the castle landing was the young man who had been sen, on ahead. He was the brother oi my guide, Pat Roberts. We were soon out in the lake, the wind blowing stiffiy and cold from the west and the sun shining brightly. We passed pile of rocks which looked something like books flung down in heap and th's Pat said was O'Somebody's library. sermons in stones probably. We were making fo, lnnisfallen. the island gem of Killarney
 .Pat." said l. there's shower com ing on. Put on your coat"
 "Och, shure, dhrap O could wather .SsS' "oi. any oooy yes. although II ths betther of taste of whisky in it.
 And he persis.ently refused to pu, on the coat. The shower came smartly or and was soon over. the sun coming out again. To the left, across the dark ruff. fled waters of the lake, rose the noun. tains, all of which Pat named, and all o which have forgotten. except Manager ton, whose lofty head was crowned with snow.
 lust as we touched the stone landins on lnnisfallen Isle, another shower came up, and we hurried into the rooAcss ab bey to get what shelter gray stone wall. could give. This ancient building wa founded by St.Fenian. at the close of tn, sixth century. The Saint was buried il the centre of the Island. and over hi