Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-03-20
WINNING A WIDOW.
The World is Nothing to Man Whose
Wife lSa Widow.

VINE Is " iuCNs
The widow Cummiskey was standing
at the door of her little millinery store
in Newark avenue the other evening
as Mr.. Costello came along. Mr.. Cos.
tello stopped.
Good evenin' to you, ma'am .
said he.
"Good evenin' to you, Mr.. Costello, .
answered the widow
"It's fine weather we're havin',
ma'am," continued Mr.. Costello.
cit is that, thank God" replied Mrs.
~Cummiskey, but the winters comm
at last, and it comes to all, both great
and small"
sAh!" said Mr.. Costello, "but for all
that it doesn't come to us ali alike
Now, here you are ma am, fat, rosy, an
good lookin', equally swate as a sum-
mer greenin', a fall pippin OF a winter
"Arrah, hould yer whist, now" in
terruptcd the fair widow, laughing.
Much an old bachelor like you knows
about apples or women. But come in,
Mr.. Costello, an take a cup O. tay with
me, for was only standin' in the door,
lookin at the people passin' for COM
pany's sake, like, and Pm sure the
kettle must have sung itself hOarse.
Mr.. Costello needed no second invita-
ton, and he followed his hostess into
her snug back room. There was a
bright fire burning in the little Franklin
stove, the tea table was sending forth a
cloud of steam that took ruddy glow
from the freight, the shaded lamp on
the table gave a mellow and subdued
light to the room, and it was all sugges-
tive of comfort
cts very cosey We are here, Mrs
Cummiskey," said Mr.. Costello, casting
a look of appreciation around the apart
ment
Yes" replied the widow, as she laid
the supper, it is that whin I do be
havin' company.
"Ah," said Mr. Costello, " it must be
lonesome for you with only the cat and
yer cup O tay.'
"Sure it Isl answered the widow
But take a safe and set down, Mr.. Cos
tello. Help yourself to this fish an
don't forget the pertaties. Look at
them; they're splittln' their sides with
laughin'."
Mr.. Costello helped himself and puas-
ed. He looked at the plump widow,
with her arm in that graceful position
in the pouring out of tea, and remark.
ed, "I'm sinsible of the comforts of q
home, Mrs. Commiskey, though I've
none myself Mind now, the difference
between the taste O tay made and sarv
oil hot 10
you in a 'ating house.
"Sure," said the widow, there's
nothin' like a home Of yer own. ]
wonder We never got marrit, Mr.
Costello"
g was about to make the same re
mark in reference to yerself, ma am,
answered Mr.. Costello.
"God help u.s." exclaimed Mrs. Cum
miskey, aren't [ a wilder woman this
seven years %
"Ah," -. rejoined Mr.. Costello, but its
thinking | was whyye didn't get marri
again"
"Well, it's sure [ am" said the widow
thoughtfully,. setting down her teacur
and raising her hand by way of empha
sis, there never was a better husband
to any woman than him that's deaC
and gone, heaven save and rest his sowl
He was that asy child could do anythin
with him, and he was as humorous as
a monkey. You favor him very much
Mr.. Costello. He was about YOU
height, and completed like you"
I" All y exclaimed Mr. Costello
He often used to say to me in his
bantherin' way, Sure, Nora, what's the
worruld to man whin his wife is 8
widder.' manin' you know, that all the
temptations an luxuries of this life car
never folly AMMAN beyant the grave
Sure, Nora, says he, what's the worruld
to a man when his wife's wilder.
All, poor John p
1t was q sinsible sayin', that" re.
marked Mr.. Costello, as he helped him
self to more fish.
mind the day John died." continu-
ed the widow. "He knew everything
to the last, and about four in the after
noon-it was IL minutes past exactly
be the clock, that he died-he says to
me, Nora, says he, you've been a good
wife, says. he an I've been a good
husband says he, an SO there's no
love lost between u.s. says he, and
could give We good charackter to any
place. says he. an | wish you could
do the same for me where Pm goin',
says he, but it's case equal,
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