Story of Chester Lawrence

Villa, as Uncle Gilbert's home was called, Che

orth seeing around here

n surprise. "Did you ever

he

and those were the Shandon b

lls of

und so

waters of the

qu

y would, without doubt, separate them, and that disaster would come soon enough, he thought; but when Lucy announced that she was ready for a "personally conducted tour

n Aunt Sarah's car behind the pony. There had been a sprinkle of rain during the night, so the ro

her book. "It states here that Cork is a city of 76,000 people. According to one authority it had a beginni

y with the small article used as s

istaken. The book says the name is a corruption of Corcach, meaning a marsh. The town has, however, long since overf

evidently

burb is built is of reddish brown, that on the south, of a cold gray tint. Some are constructed of red brick, some are sheathed in slate, some whitewashed; some reddened, some yel

ored, like

e stands Sha

is before u

o visitors drove up the hill, stopped the horse while the

him to write his fine poem, I can not understand," said Lucy. "Th

ffectation an

nk of the S

wild would, in d

y cradle thei

nder, where'

fonder, swee

bells o

und so

waters of the

the four

t, as he says, listened to these bells in childhood days, those days when 'heaven lies about us'

ssed" he

rk. "'It is thought probable the poet Spenser was married in the church which formerly stood on the site

erchants' daugh

eature in you

, like sapphyres

head, iv

herries charmin

so. "I don't know about the merchants' daughters of Cork, but I know a minister's daug

Mr. La

e foolish promises I made that same minister a few day

were to go to

ten. That's where t

ted the girl

a short distance by train through an inte

d Chester. "I heard some natives talk

idden. The English is now universal, but many still speak the Gaelic. In recent years there has been an awakening of interest in the old tongue. 'One who knows Irish well,' an Irish historian cl

tement when I remember the actions

ghted and walked to the entrance of the pa

the side of a hill, its big, square tower being about all that now rema

are not climb the stairs. I'll wait here. But stop a minute; the impressions will be more lasting if y

adily agre

in Southern Ireland; and, of course, the Blarney Stone is the center of attraction. It was built by Cormack McCarthy about 1446. Of the siege o

d her boo

r boys of the castle

an, ould Cromwell, a-fe

ied his daughter, a-chaw

hey called him, and he

resided at Blarney, was repeatedly asked to come in from 'off his keeping.' He was always promising with fair words and soft speech to do what was desired, but never co

for kissing the stone up

stone there,

misses to g

lamber to a l

Member of

ter, he'll su

-outer" to

inder him, or t

lgrim from the

facts in the case," conclu

ng brace of masonry. This leaves a space between the battlement and the wall, which in olden times, enabled the defenders to drop stones and other trifles on to the heads of assailants one hundred twenty feet below. Two iron bands now reach around the famous stone, spanning the open space, and fastened to the wall. The aspirant who wishes to kiss the stone, must grasp these irons, one in each hand, and hang on for dear life.

t kiss the Blarney Stone. He was satisfied with reaching un

the stone," she im

that it takes two to k

stated. I've nev

eatly kept walks. Chester and Lucy sauntered under the trees. A tiny brook gurgled near by, the birds were singing.

hat promise. I fear

me-Father, of c

d not

oat he told me he was going to release you from a

t?" They paused

he means it now, if he

ere on this rustic seat. Do you know, I believe you

I think he like

n view of the life-long training he has had. And then, knowing that you have been in danger from

guide book lay open on her lap. Chester picked it up, l

gravel w

pecul

onver

et sol

here t

r the d

entle

after

two before we must return, and I want to talk over a few matters while we have the chance. In the first place, I want you to tell me where you are goin

g that we may not get to see much of Europe

e Europe to me. I believe

own to the grass where the point of her sunsha

," he continued, "for I realiz

ger?" sh

each other long. You d

have met you before. Sometimes I imagine you look like the young missionary w

nd wherever you go. I assure you, it would be rather uninteresting sight-seeing without your presence, if not always in person, then

rious parts of her own country, her life had passed very smoothly and very quietly among her friends and books. As Chester listened to her he thought how like in some respects her story was to that of Julia Elston's. And as she sat there under the trees, she again looked like Julia, yet with a difference. Somehow the first girl had vanished but she had left b

with eyes alternating between smiles and tears, he felt so near heaven that his prayers went easily ahead

hick walls of the castle, remembering, perhaps, that she also had been young onc

which were two white kittens. About half way to the city, the train stopped, and much to the travelers'

er. "Have the Scotc

y just out for a bit of

he train arrived in Cork, the soldiers formed, and with bagpipes squeeling their loudest, th

a company of soldiers come to meet us, and to be esco

from Lucy before she

she replied, "the hono

s sleeping-getting along fine," he explained. "Now

y-n

ed the greatest oppor

." replied Cheste

d past her teasing