Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1878-03-20

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but I'll say now says he, that I've
been true son of the church. says he,
so I'll not bother my brains about it,
an says ne, says he, L lave We IN good
hands, Nora. for lave We III your own
hands, says he an if at any time We
see emmy wan We like better nor me,
marry him. says he. 'Ah, Nora,' says
he, for the first time speaking it solemn
like, All. Nora, what is the worruld to
a man when his wife is wilder? %
And, says he, I lave $50 for masses: and
the rest l lave to YOURSELF said he, and
needn't tell we to be a good mother to
the Children says he, for we'll we
know there are none All, poor John.
will We have another cup O tay, Mr..
CostelloY"
at must have been very hard on ye,
said Mr.. Costello. ''Thank We ma'am,
no more
cit was hard" said Mrs. Cummiskey;
but time will tell. | must cast about
me for me own living; an so | got in
till this place, an here l am to-day"
"Ah said Mr.. Costello. as they rose
from the table and seated themselves
before the fire. can here we are both of
us this evenin'."
"Here we are, ,shure enough" re-
joined the widow
"And so l mind We of-of him, do
I?' asked Mr.. Costello, after a pause,
during which he had gazed contem-
platively into the fire.
"Ye favor him gently. Dark COM
plected an the same plisint smile"
CHOW with me sittin' here, and you
sittin' there furninst me, We might al
most think We were marrltt again" said
Mr.. Costello, insinuatingly.
"Ah, go away now, for Il taze that
We are" exclaimed the widow, mussing
her clean apron by rolling the corners
of it.
a disremember what it was he said
about seem any wan you liked better
nor him. said Mr.. Costello, moving his
chair Il little nearer to that of the
widow.
"He said, said he, answered the
widow, smoothing her apron over her
knees with her plump white hands,
" Nora" said he, If any time We see
any wan We like better nor me- marry
MN, SalU he.
Ibid he say anything about any wan
We liked as good as him % asked Mr..
Costello.
4 don't mind that he did" answered
the widow rehectiyely, folding her hands
il her lap.
q suppose he left that to yerself ?"
pursued Mr.. Costello.
"Faith an l don't know, thin," pur-
sued Mrs. Cummisky.
''Div We think We like me as we'll as
you did him?' asked Mr. Costello, per-
suasively, leaning forward to look into
the widows eyes, which were cast
down.
"Ah, go away now, for Il taze," eN-
claimed the widow, Strengthening her
self and playfully slapping Mr.. Costello
on the face.
He moved his chair still nearer, and
moved his arm around her waist.
"Niver you think I'm ticklesome,
Mr.. Costello, said the widow, looking
boldly at him.
sTell me-" he insisted. "div We like
me as we'll as We dld him %
"I-I mOst-I most disrem ember now
how much [ liked him." answered the
widow, naturally embarrassed at such
a question.
"Well, them" asked Mr.. Costello en-
forcing his question by gentle squeezes
of the widows round waist, "div We
like me well enough as MYSELF"
"Hear the man." exclaimed Mrs.
Cummiskey, derisively; do like him
we'll enough as himself?''
'Ah, now. don't be breakin' me
heart" pleaded Mr. Costello. " Answer
me this question, Mrs. Cummiskey, is
your heart tender towards me?"
cit is" whispered the widow; IAN
there now we have it."
"Glory be to God" exclaimed the
happy lover, and he drew the not un-
willing widow to his bosom.
A few moments after Mrs. Cummis-
key looked up, and as she smoothed
her hair, said: "But James; you havn't
told me yet how We liked yer tay."
"Ah, Nora, me jewel" answered Mr.
Costello. . the taste Of that first kiss
would take away the taste of all the tay
that ever was made