The Emporia news. [volume] (Emporia, Kan.) 1859-1881, 1878-01-25
WIDOW CUMMHsEkEY WON.
Because lhe World Il Nofh1nS
10 the MAN whose wife
Is a Widow.
NeW York World !.

Because lhe World Is reth1ng
10 GIae EEsan whose WIFE
Is n Widow.
New York World.
The widow Cummisky was stand
ing at the door of her little MILL
merry store in avenue d, the other
evening as Mr.. Costello came along.
Mr.. CASTILLO stopped.
Good evening to you, ma'am,'
said he.
Good evening to you, Mr.. Costel-
To- answered the widow.
It's fine weather we're havin'
ma'am,' continued Mr.. Costello.
sit is, thank Cod replied Ms.
Cummisky, FDut the winters comm
at last, and it comes to all, both
great aud small
'AhI' said Mr.. Costello, but for
all that, it doesn't come to US all
alike. Now here are you, ma'am,
fat, rosy, and good lookin, equally
sWate as q summer greeniO,' fall
pippin or a winter ruRsetf-
'Arrah, hould yer whist, interrupt
ed the fair widow laughing. Much
an old bachelor like you knows
about apples and women. But come
in, Mr.. Costello, an take q cup o.
tay white me, for was only standin'
be the doore, lookin at the people
passin,' for company sake, like, and
Pm sure the kettle must have sung
itself hoarse.'
Mr.. Costello needed no second in
vitatlon, and ne followed his hostess
into her snug back room. There
os,a.r In ho Gk
tie Franklin stove, the tea kettle was
sending forth a cloud of steam that
took a ruddy glow from the fire.
light, the shaded lamp on the table
gave q mellow and subdued light to
the room, and it was all very sug-
gestiVe of comfort.
it's very cosy ye are here, Mrs..
Cummiskey,' said Mr.. Costello, cast
ing a look of appreciation around
the apartment,
yes replied the widow, as she
laid the supper, sit is that whin dc
have company
'Ah,' said Mr.. Costello, sit must
be lonesome for We with only yer
cat and cup o taY-'
Sure it is answered the widow.
But take a safe and set down, Mr..
Costello. Help yersilf to the fish,
an' don't forgit the pertsties. Look
at thin; they're splittin their sides
with laughin'.'
Mr.. Costello helped himself and
paused. He looked at the plump
widow, witt her arm in that grace
tut position assumed in the pouring
out of tea, and remarked, I'm sim
sible of the comforts of q home,
Mrs. Cummlsky, though I've none
mesilf. Mind now, the difference
between the taste o. tay made and
sarVed hathaway and the tay they
gives you in an 'sting honse.'
Sure said the widow, there's
nothing like a little home, of yer
own. I wonder ye never got mar
ried, Mr.. Costello
Il was about TO make the same re-
mark in reference to yerself, ma'am,
said Mr.. Costello.
GOD keep u.s. said Mrs. Cummis-
key. 'aren't wilder woman this
seven years p
'Ab,' replied Mr.. Costello, but it's
thinkin' l was why ye didn't get
marritt agin.' $685.
well, it's sure 1 am said the wild
ow, thoughtfully, setting down her
tea cup, and raising her hand by way
of emphasis, there meyer was bet.
ter husband to any woman than him
that's dead and gone, heaven save
and rist his soul. He was that aisy
any child could de nanythin' with
him, aud he was as humorsome al
a monkey. You favor him very
much, Mr.. Costello. He was about
your height, and dark completed
like you.'
'AhV exclaimed Mr.. Costello.
He often used to say to me il
q bantherin' way, Sure, Nora, wha
is the worruld to q man whin hi
wife is widder,' mainin', yoU
know, that all timptashuns in thu
laxuries of this life can never fol
low a man beyant the grave. Sure
Nora whats the woI ruld to a maj
when his wife is q wilder. All
poor Johnp
st was a sensible ssyin,' that" re
marked Mr.. Costello, as he helped
himself to more fish. 4 mind th'
day john died. continued the wild
ow. He knew everything to thu
last, and about in the afternoon
it was seventeen minutes past fvI
exactly, by the clock, that he died
he says to me, Nora says be
you've been good wife, says be
SAN I've been q good husband say
he, and SO there's no love lost be
tween us,' says he, AM l could Civ,
We a good charscthur to any place,
says he, 'an' visit ye could do thu
same for me where I'm going, say
he, shut it's equal says he, ever!
dog has his day, and some has daI
aud half, says he; and I'll KIN "
more in a bit than Father CQrrigsl
imself,' says he, tbut I'll say nov,
says he, shat I've always been ;
true son of the church, says he, .s'
I'll not bother my brains about it,
aud he says, says he, Il lave ye il
good hands, Nora, for / lave ye Il
t yer own hands, says he, land If .
any time ye see any wan ye like bet
ter nor me, marry him. says he
'Ah, Nora Gays he, for the frs tim
spakin' it solemn like. :Ah, Nors
what is the Wurruld TO q ma1 whsl
his wife is q wilder q And says be
f Il lave $50 for masses, and the res
lave to yerself,' says he, 'an'
needn't tell We t. be good mothe
to the children says he, 'for vel
; we know there is none Alb, poo
John. will We have another cup Q
tay, Mr.. Costello g.
1T must haYe been very hard oil
ye,' said Mr.. Costello. Thank y
ma'am, no ore