Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1878-04-02

me where i IN ROln', says ne, Out IL
case equal says he, every dog has his
day, and some has more says he, and
says he, IN know more in a bit than
Father Corrigan himself says he, but
I'll say now,' says be, that I've always
been a true son o. the Church. says hes
i leave We in good hands, says he. 'and
if at amy time ye see amy wan ye like
better nor me, marry him. says he. 'Ah,
Nora,' says he, Tor the first time spakin
it solemn-like. 'Ah, Nora, what is the
worrud to a man when his wife's wild
der an say he, Il lave $50 Tor masses,
and the rest lave to yersilt, says he,
'and needn't tell ye to be good mother
to the children says he, for well we
know there are none. Ah, poor John.
Will you have another cup O. tay, Mr..
COlelo?"
at must have been very hard on ye,"
said Mr.. Costello. Thank ye, ms'am,
no MORE"
alt was hard" said Mrs. Cummiskey;
"but time will tell. must cast about
me for me own Iiyin', an, 50 | got Until
this place, an here sn to-day"
"Ah!" said Mr.. Costello, as they rose
from the table, and seated themselves
before the tire, IAN here We are both OF
US this evenin'."
Here we are. sure enough" reioined
the widow.
AN 50 | mind ye of-of him, do I?"
asked Mr.. Costello, after a pause, during
which he had gszed contemplatiyely into
the fire.
That ye do" answered the widow.
Eye favor him greatly. Dark complec-
ted an the same plisnt smile"
"Now, with mo sittin' here, and you
sittin' iorninst me, ye might almost think
ye were marrit again" said Mr.. Costello,
insinua,ingly.
"An' go way now for tsze that ye
are" reclaimed the widow, mussing her
clean apron by rolling up the corners OF
it.
Il disremember what it was he said
about seein' amy man you liked betlher
nor him." said Mr. CASTILLO, moving his
chair little nearer to that oil the widow.
"He said, said he, answered the wild
ow, smoothing her apron over her knees
with her plump white hands. 80 Nora
said be, ii a. amy time Ye see aunY man
We like betthcr nor me, marry him. says
he.n
did he say anything abou, amy.
wan ye liked as we'll as him ?" asked Mr.
Costello.
81 don't mind that he did," answered
the widow refeclively, folding her hands
in her lap.
81 suppose he lei; that to yersilf !"
Faith, an' | don't know. thin, said
Mrs. Cummiskey.
Dye think ye like me as we'll as ye
did him ?" asked Mr.. Costello, persuas-
ively, leaning forward TO look into the
widows eyes, which were cast down.
"Ah! 20 way now, for taze!" er-
claimed the widow, Strengthening herself,
and playfully ,lapping Mr.. Costello in
the face.
He moved his chair still nearer and
stole his arm around her waist.
"Nivyer you think I'm ticklesome, Dir.
Costello said the widow, looking boldly
At him.
Tell me-" he insisted. dye like me as
well as ye did him.9"
"I-I-most-I most disremember now
how much liked him." answered the
widow, naturally embarrassed by such q
question.
well, thin." asked Mr.. Costello, en-
forcing his question by gentle squeezes
OF the widows round waist, dye like
me well enough as mesilt ?"
"Hear the man." exclaimed Mrs. Cum
miskey, derisively; "do like him well
enough as himsilf !'
"Ah, now, don't be breskin me heart"
pleaded Mr.. Costello. Answer me this
question. Mrs. CummiskeY: Is yer heart
tender towards me ?"
at s" whispered the widow; IAN
there. n1y We have it."
'G ogJ 30 Ia God" exclaimed the hap
py lover, aud drew the not unwilling
widow TO his bosom.
A few moments after Mrs. Cummiskey
looked sp. and as she smoothed her hair
said But, James, he haven't told me
how ye liked yer tay."
"Ah, Nora, me jewel" answered Mr..
Costello, 'the taste of that first kiss
would take away the taste OF sll 1he tay
that was brewed. "-NeU York World.
-"I can drink or let it alone" We
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