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Show SALE OF KILLARNEY LANDS. "Sweet Inr.isfalle-n" and the rest of the islos and lakes of Killarney are for sale at public vendue and Tom Moore's plaintive apostrophe to the "fairy isle" recurs to memory with apposite meaning mean-ing Sweet Innisfallen. fare thee well. And long may light around thee smile As soft as on that evening fell When first I saw thy fairy isle. Could the Irish poet have foreseen the future with prophetic vision his verse would have had another lilt, for Sweet Innisfallen, with her sister isles and their entourage of verdure and beauty, are offered for sale in the columns; of the advertising sheet of a big American newspaper. The joy of the poet, the delight of the artist and inspiration of the tourist. Beauty's Home, is to be knocked down to the highest bidder, who may be Sir Thomas Lipton, if he should reconsider his decision de-cision not to purchase . the famous lakes, he being the only man who ever seriously offered to buy them, although al-though many have talked of doing so. An Irish-American syndicate for the 'purchase of the property communicated with the Herbert family of Muckross, the owners of land and lakes, but noth ing came of it. Tammany Hall wanted it oought by national subscription and maintained as a decorative park, and $12,000 was pledged, but there the'pro-ject the'pro-ject halted. Howard Gould would have interested himself in the property but his sister Helen objected to his acquiring acquir-ing Killarney real estate of such formidable proportions, and he did not invest. If American money buys the Lakes of Killarney and the hills and valleys now owned by the Earl of Kenmare and the Herberts, the usual wild rush for corner lots will follow, j and Killarney subdivisions will be in evidence. It has been said in the past of this property: The Earl of Kenmare Ken-mare may have thousands of acres for his game, but not a foot will he sell to an Irish laborer, however worthy or industrious. The Lakes of Killarney are within a mile of Killarney town, where it is always al-ways morning and market day, and visitors have the privilege of buying Limerick lace while they sit in the jaunting car or of supplying themselves them-selves with Kerry diamonds, bracelets of bog oak, listening to the Irish pipes playing "God Save the Queen," or even dancing a jig with a pretty Irish lass in kirtle of green. They are shown, too, that steep and craggy Carren Fuel, the highest mounr tain. in Ireland 3,414 feet above the sax, where, when the top is reached, ample compensation for the feat of climbing is found in the view of the fair country coun-try below. And a treat in store is to be told in a delicious brogue that the Prince of Wales climbed Carren Fuel when a "broth of a by" and stood hat in hand on the topmost height, while his watching subjects cheered., him right loyally, and, seeing the boy safe, cried "God be thanked!". No other spot in the Emerald Isle ha such an aggregation of picturesque poverty as the region around the Lakes of Killarney. It would seem as if all the beggars in the kingdom were after you in'full cry. And if you give alms the blessing. that goes with its acknowl--edgment is surely worth its price. "May every hair on your head be a candle to light you to Paradise." M. L. RAYNE. |