The Twin City star. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1910-19??, 1917-10-06

dENEVEH you make the
An/ trip out from Cork, Ireland
Wv to Barney Castle. be sure
to turn O cold shoulder up.
on the modern tramway and upon the
motor car. The only way to 60
is by the "outside car" or jaunting
car, for this Is so entirely Irish.
Up you will Chamber to the rather
rickety step of the car, thence to
the swinging platform for the feet, up.
on which you must maneuver in some
way to turn about and take your seat
Probably you and your neighbor-if
you have one on your side of the car
will laugh great deal and clutch each
other excitedly; II you have the seat
to yourself, you must curl one knee
up before you, in somewhat the way
woman does in riding sidesaddle
brace yourself against the iron end to
the seat and cling tightly. There's a
knack in. riding on an outside car which
It needs little time to acquire. But,
no matter, you are off-swinging
around corners and jolting over the
cObblestones, through the city, across
q river and out into the sweet green
valley Of the Lee which leads to the
village Of Barney. If it is spring, the
trees are all daintily, fluffy pale
green, the yellow primroses are begin
ming to show themselves and, perhaps,
there is here and there a hedge of bril-
liant golden gorse. Birds are singing
all around you, too, and the river rip
pies gently over It's stones; but the
probabilities are that your driver will
talk so much that you will not hear
the music of the river.
He will tell you all about how it was
O0rmac MacCarthy, back in the f1f-
teenth century, who built Blarney cas-
tie; and how, although the place now
belongs to local landowner, all the
MacCarthys Of the countryside still
feel that they own the place and are
certain that it will one day come back
into the hands Of the family. Every
MacCarthy who plows a field, within
sight Of the old jagged keep Of Blar-
ney castle, looks up at 1t with pride
and a sense of rightful ownership.
kissing the elarney Stone.
OF course, everyone knows that he
who kisses the Blarney stone is sup
posed to gain the gift of eloquence.
The legend goes that the original Cor
mac Mccarthy the Strong one day res
cued q woman from the lake and this
woman was so grateful that she Of
fered, by way Of showing her thanks,
to give Cormac golden tongue. But,
she made one condition; in order to
get 1t, he must kiss q particular stone,
five feet below the top Of the parapet
of Barney Castle. Naturally, CormaC
leaped up the winding steps Of the
keep, two steps at a time, ran around
the path which encircled the inner
court, lowered himself to where he
could reach the stone which the WON
an had indicated, and hastily kissed 1t.
Presumably he was afterwards pos
sessed of marvellous eloquence, and this
is the reason why all other visitors to
Blarney have wanted to kiss that
stone, too-if they are both daring and
steady-headed. For this feat is not al.
together an easy one. .....
But, by this time, your driver has
put you down by the little Barney
railway station, bidding you cross, the
tracks and take path through the
woods. close by tiny stream. In q
few moments you come out into ar
open field, where, sure enough, a Mac
Carthy Is hoeing the rows; and there
before you, looms the great keep OF
Barney Castle. The keep Is practi
cally all that remains today, though
around its foot there huddle numer
Gus crumbling walls and archways
which show that there were Other
buildings, too. Not far away Is Blar
ney Lake, about which the man hoeine
the rows tells you curious story.
"Two o. the gentry" he is saying
"war one while jist afther discussin
how deep was Barney Lake. Wan o
thin said 1t was bottomless, an thu
other wan he allowed how that wa.
noways possible ut oil. So they agreed
they'd sind down two divers. Thi!
thing they dore prisintly, the gentr,
themselves a.standin' by the lakesid,
and awatchin'. Down whit them div
ers, but they niver come up ut oil
and, though 'he gentry kipt a-watchin
and a-waltin, nlver did they see thin
divers again. But, afther eight weeks
it was, they had letter from thin
anti they was in Australia. They wer'
so!''
Up on the Castle.
And so you leave the MacCarthy, 81