Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1878-05-17
THE WIDOW CUMMIsKY.

The WIDOW CummlSky was standing a
the door of her little millinery store il
Newark A venue, the other evening, as
Mr.. CASTILLO came along. Mr.. CASTILLO
stopped.
"Good eve1,in' to you. Madam" sale
he.
"Good evenill', to you, Mr.. CASTILLO,
answered the widow.
''Its fine weather we're havii', ma'am, ,
continued Mr.. CASTILLO.
"It is that, thank God,'' replied Mrs
Cummisky, shut the winter is coming at
last, and it comes to all, both great and
small"
''Ah p said Mr., CASTILLO, 'sbut for all
that it dusn't come to us all alike. Now
here you are a'am, fat, rosy and good
looking, equally swate as summer green.
ing, fall pippin. or winter russell"
"Arrah, hould yer whisht now," inter
rupted the fair widow laughing. ''Much
an old bachelor like you knows about ap
pies or women. But come in, Mr.. Castel
10, and take cup of tea with me, for l
was only standing by the door looking at
the people pass, for company sake like, and
Pm sure the kettle must have sung itself
hoarse.''
Mr.. CASTILLO needed no second invita-
ton. and he followed lis hostess in to her
snug back room. There was bright fire
burning in the Franklin stove, the tea
kettle was sending forth, a cloud of steam
that took ruddy glow fir ON the fire light,
the shaded lamp on the table gave mel
low and subdued light to The room, and it
was all very suggestive of comfort.
!''Its very cosy ye are here, Mrs. Cum
misky," said Mr.. CASTILLO, casting look
Of appreciation around the apartment.
Eyes, replied the widow as she laitl
the supper; cit is when 1 do be havin'
company"
''Ah," said Mr.. CASTILLO, sit must be
lonesome for you with only the cat and
yer cup O. tay."
"Sure it is" answered the widow. 'sBut
take safe and sit down, Mr.. CASTILLO.
Help yourself to this fish an don't forget
splitting their sides laughin'."
Mr.. CASTILLO helped himself, and paused.
He looked at the plump widow, with her
arm IN that graceful position assumed in
the pouring out of the tea, and remarked :
''I'm sinsible of the comforts of home,
Mrs. Cummisky, though I've none meself.
Mind now, the taste O. tay made and
sarved that way. and the tay they give
ye in an ating housed"
''Sure," said the widow, ''there is moth
ing like little home of your own. 1 won
der yer never got marrit, Mr.. Castello."
81 was about to make the same remark
in reference to yourself. ma am, )" answered
Mr.. CASTILLO.
''God keep us ~ exclaimed Mrs. Cum
misky, ''aren't a wilder woman this sew
en- years ?'
"Ah," rejoined Mr.. CASTILLO, 'sbut it's
thinkin' 1 was, why ye didn't get marrit
agin?'
''Well, its sure I am,' said the the little
woman, thoughtfully, setting down her
teacup and raising her hand by the way
of emphasis, ''there never was better hus-
band to any woman than him that's dead
and gone to heaven, an rest his sowl He
was that asy child could do anything
with him, and he was as humorous as
monkey. You favor him very much, Mr..
CASTILLO. He was about your hight, and
a complexion like you"
I "Ah!'' exclaimed Mr.. CASTILLO.
"He often used to say to me in his
botherin' way. Sure, Nora, what's the
worruld to a man when his wife is wild
der? Manin', you know, that all timpta-
tions an luxuries O. this life can never
folly a man beyant the grave. Sure,
Nora says he, what's the worruld to
man when his wife's widder?' All, poor
Johnv'
'It's a sinsible sayin'. that" remarked
Mr.. CASTILLO, as he helped himself to some
more fish.
81 mind the day John died." continued
the widow. "He knew everything till the
last, and about four in the afternoon-it
was seventeen minutes past five exactly,
by the clock, that he died-he says to me,
NORA says he, you've been good wife,
says he. AN so there's no love lost between
u.s. says he, AN could give ye good
characktur to any place. says he, an l
wish you could do the same for me where
Pm goin,' says he. but it's case equal,
says he, every dog has his day an some
has day an half says he, AN says ne,
'I'll know more in bit than Father Corrl-
gan himself, says he, but I'll say now,
says he, that I've always been true son