Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-03-17

the people took the fatal consequences of
a faction fight. The result of one post
mortem examination read as follows:
The deceased met his death by the visi-
tation of God under suspicious circum-
stances" Another read: I'VE find that
Terrence Cusach was killed by the fall of
a piece of timber on his head" All of
these old customs have died out and now
Erin's sons are quiet and peaceful.
Much of the old folk lore and many Of
the beautiful tales Of love and conquest
of the nation still live in the many old
castles which are monuments to the
heroes of long ago. Probably no ruin in
the world is mentioned more often than
Blarney Castle. It's fame has come down
through 500 years. The chieftain builder
certainly had an eye for the beautiful
when he selected the limestone rock in
the wooded spot as the foundation for
the stronghold of the Sept Carly. So
prison-like was this old castle that it is
impossible for one to think of person
age of wealth and influence living in such
a structure. Instead of windows, there
are openings left between the stones so
that some sunshine and fresh air may
enter within the damp walls.
However awkward the winding steps of
the castle are the tourist never fails to
climb his way up to the top OF the old
ruin, for 1t is there that the fame of the
old mansion lies. OF course, the great
lookout tower from which the enemy was
sighted and repulsed, with bows and ar
rows. in interesting. but the Barney
Stone, just one stone in the upper wall,
attracts thousands. This is the stone
which smoothes the tongue, for he who
kisses 1t becomes pleasing and eloquent.
If this old castle were In America, Yam
kee enterprise would invent a kind Of
harness SO that traveller might slip it
over his shoulders and allow himself to
be let down. head first, to kiss the stone.
not so in the land of the shamrock, for
he who wishes for silvery tongue must
contrive his own way and run the risk
of falling 12O feet below.
The story of the lake about a quarter
of mile away from the castle is nearly
as interesting as the tales Of the strong
hold itself, for it is said that in the water
there is a chest of plate which belonged
to the last Earl of Clan Carly, who threw
it into the water rather than surrender
it to the enemy. Legend says that the
earl rises from the water every seven
years and walks for several miles In the
hope some one will speak to him SO that
he may divulge the hiding place Of the
treasure. Another tale goes that as soon
as the estate is restored to the Mac
Cartys the chest will be found.
Killarney is a mecca in the land of ST.
Patrick. The tourists flock to the little
town. Although there is but little of the
hustle of industry in the city, one Won
ders Aow many of the poor people live
after the tourist season is over and the
sales of handmade lace are suspended
for another year. If these natives miss
the travellers in cold weather now much
worse must the winter serve the peas
ants living nearer the lakes in the Gap
of Dunloe. There there is little else but
rock and heather.
When the coaches OF summer tourists
are but a short way out from Killarney,
the peasant women run along the roads