The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1878-04-11

says ne, so IL not DOCNcT my
brains about it, and he says, says he, Il
lave We in good hands, Nora, for lave We
in your own hands, says he, 'and if at
any time ye see any wen We like better
nor me, marry him, says he. 'Ah, Nora.
says he, for the first time speaking it
solemn like, 'Ah, Nora, what is the
worruld to a man when his wife is wild
ow2 And says he, Il lave $50 for masses,
and the rest lave to yourself, said he,
'and | needn't tell ye TO be good mother
to the children says he, for we'll we know
there are none All, poor John. Will
ye have another cup O. tay, Mr.. Costellor'
at must have been very hard on ye,"
said Mr. Costello. Thank We, ma am, no
more"
ut was hard" said Mrs. Cummiskey
"but time will tell. l must cast about
me for our own Twin; an so got intill
this place and here | am to-day"
"Ah!" said Mr.. Costello, as they rose
from the table and seated themselves be-
this evenin.'
Here we are, sure enough" rejoined
the widow.
AN so | mind We of-of him, do r.
asked Mr.. Costello, after a pause, during
which he had gazed contemplatively into
the fire.
THAT We do" answered the widow.
"Ye favor him greatly. Dark complect-
ed and the same plisint smile"
"Now with me sittin' here, and you sit
tin there feminist me, ye might almost
think ye were marrit again said Mr.
Costello, insinuatingly.
All, 90 away now for a taze that ye
are" exclaimed the widow, mussing her
clean apron by rolling the corners of it.
Il disremember what it was he said
about seem amy man you liked neither
nor him." said Mr.. Costello. moving his
chair a little nearer to that of the widow.
HE said, laid he" answered the widow,
smoothing her apron over her knees with
her plump white hands. Mora said
he, If amy time ye see amy man We ike
betther nor me, marry him. says he
"Diddle say anything about amy wan
We liked as good as him. asked Mr.. Cos
tollo.
Il don't mind that he did," answered
the widow, retiectively, folding her hands
in her lap.
Il suppose he left that to yerselfl"
pursued Mr.. Costello.
Faith an | don't know, thin" an
swered Mrs. Cummiskey.
"Div We think ye like me as well as
you did him. asked Mr.. Costello, per-
suasively, leaning forward 10 look into
the widows eyes, which We're cast down.
I "Ah, 90 way now for taze, exclaimed
the widow, straiShtenlng herself and
playfully Shaping Mr.. Costello on the
face.
He moved his chair still nearer and
moved his arm around her waist.
"Niver you think I'm tick.esome, Mr..
| Costello said the widow, looking bold
ly at him.
"Tell me-" he insisted, did We like me
as we'll as ye did himi"
I'll most-I most disremember now
how much ] liked him." answered the
widow, naturally embarrassed at such a
question.
well, then" asked Mr. Costello, en-
forcing his question by gentle squeezes
of the widows round waist, div We like
me well enough as meselti'
.
miskey, derisivelv do | like him well
enough as himsef?'
"Ah, now, don't he breakn' me heart,
pleaued Mr.. Costello. ANSWER me this
question, Mrs. Cummiskey, is your heart
/ tender towards me}'
at is, whispered the widow; "an' there,
now yo have it."
GLORY ne to Cod exclaimed the hap
ply lover, and he drew the not unwilling
widow to his bosom.
A few moment, after Mrs. Cummiskcy
looked up, and, as she smoothed her
hair, said But, James, you havnt told
me yet how We liked yer tay."
All, Nora, me jewel" answered Mr..
Costello, "the taste Of that first kiss would
take away the taste of all the tay that
ever was brewed."