The interior journal. [volume] (Stanford, Ky.) 1872-1881, 1878-11-08
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VIZ. tostcllo came along. VIZ. los
tcllo stopped
Good evenin' to you, nam, said
he.
Good evening to you, Mr.. Costel.
To-" answered the widow.
"It's fine weather we're hayin',
nam" continued Mr.. Costello.
ut Is that, thank God" replied
Mrs. Cummiskey, "but the winters
comm at last, and il comes to all. both
great and small"
"Ah!" said Mr.. Costello, "but for
all that II doesn't come to us all alike.
Now, here are YOU, nam, fat, rosy,
an good lokin', equally swate as q
summer grecnin', fall pippin. or
winter russell"
"Arrah, hould yer whist, nov" in
icrrupied the fair widow, laughing.
"Much an old bachelor like you,
knows about apples or women. But
come in, Mr.. Costello, an take a cup
q lay with me, for was only stand.
IN he the doore lookin' at the people
passin', for company sake. like, and
I'm sure the kettle must have sung it.
self hoarse."
Mr.. Costello needed no second invi.
tation. and he followed his hosteslinto
her snug hack room. There was a
bright fire burning in the little Frank
lin stove, the tea.kettle was sending
forth a cloud of steam that took a
ruddy glow from she freight, the
shaded lamp on the table gave
mellow and snhdued light to the
room, and it was all very suggestive
of comfort.
"Its very cozy ye are here, Mrs.
Cummiskcy," said Mr.. Costello. cast
ing a look Of appreciation around the
apartment.
Yes, replied the willow, as she
laid the supper. "it is that whin ! do
have company"
"Ah," said Mr.. Costello, lit must
be lonesome for you with only that
cat and yer cup o iay.'
"Sure il Is" answered the widow.
"Buf take safe and set down, Mr..
Costello. Help yerself to the fish, an
don't forgit the purtaties. Look at
thin; they're spltiin' their sides with
laughin'"
Mr.. Costello helped himself and
paused. He looked at the plump
widow, with her arms in that grace.
FIJI position assumed in the pouring
out of tea, aud remarked, "I'm sinsi-
bIc of the comforts vi a.heme, Mrs.
Cummiskey, though I've none myself.
Mind. now, the difference between the
taste o tay made and sarved that
way and the tay they gives You in an
'ating-house.7
"Sure,' said the widow, there's
nothin' like little home Of yer own.
! wonder We never got marrit, Mr..
Costello"
IL was about TO make the same re-
mark in reference Ia yesili, nam,
answered Mr.. Costello.
God keep u.s." exclaimed Mrs.
Cummiskey, "a.en', | widder woman
this seven years.
"Ah,' rejoined Mr.. Costello. "but
its thinkin' was why ye didn't get
marrit again"
"Well, its sure am, said the Wild
ow, ihonghtfully. setting down her tea
cup and raising he hand by way Of
emphasis. 'there never was a better
husband to any woman than him
that's dead and gone, heaven save an
rest his snwl. lie was that asy a child
could do any thin with him, and he U
was as humOrsome rs a monkey. You
favor him very much, Mr.. Costello. A
lie was about your height, an dark K
complicated like you!' !.
"-Ah!" exclaimed Mr.. Costello.
ale often used TO say to me in bis
bantherin way, Sure. Nora, what's /.
the worruld to a man when his wife n
is a widder?' mannin' you know. that h
all the temptations and luxuries of this n,
life can never follow man beyant o.,
the grave. Sure, Nora. says he, h
what's This worrold % man whin a,
his wife is widder?' All, poor n
.Inhnl" a,
at was sensible sayin'. that, re- y y
marked Mr.. Costello, helping him self =.
10 more fish. -
II mind the day that John died" =.
the widow. "He knew ev- !.
Fry thing to the last. and about four -,
N the alternoon--it was seventeen =,
minutes past five exactly, be the g.
lock, that lac died-he says to ms, :,
Nora says he, 'you've been good g
wife, says he, AN I've been a good :,
says he, AN 50 there's no =.
owe lost between us, says he, AN :"
ould give you good char.ak-tur to -,
my place, says he AN | wish you NJ
ould do the same Tor me where I'm oo
DIN, says he, 'bur its case equal, a.
ays he every dog has his day, an n.
ONE has a day and half says he; an
an. says he, IN know more in bit ~,
han Father Corrigsn himself, says Al
e, but III say nov, says he, that w.