Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1878-03-20

10 the last, anu uOOut lOuT III inc uItCI. |
noon-it was II minutes past exactly,
be the clock, that he died-he says to
me, Nora, says he, you've been 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 goln','
says he, but it's case equal,
says he, every dog has his day, ana
some has day and a half says he,
an says he, I'll know more in bit
than Father Corrigan HIMSELF says he,
but III say now says he, that Pve
been true son Of the church. says he,
SO III not bother my brains about it,
an says he, says he, 1 lave we in good
hands, Nora, for l lave We in 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
man when his wife is a widder p
And, says he, lave $50 for masses, and
the rest lave to YOURSELF said he, and
needn't tell ye to be 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"
1T must have been very hard on ye,'
said Mr.. Costello. THANK We ma'am,
no more"
at was hard" said Mrs. Cummiskey;
but time will tell. l must cast about
me for me own living; an so got in
till this place, an here am to-day"
"Ah said Mr.. Costello, as they rose
from the table and seated themselves
before the fire. "an' 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
/" asked Mr.. Costello, after pause,
during which he had gazed contem-
platively into the fire.
"That we do" answered the widow.
aye favor him gently. Dark COM
plected an the same plisint SMILE"
Now with me sittin' here, and you
sittin' there furninst me, We might al
most think We were mar1itt again, said
Mr.. Costello, insinuatingly.
All, go away now, for taZe that
We are," exclaimed the widow, mussing
her clean apron by rolling the corners
of it.
II disremember what it was he said
about SEEM any wan you liked better
nor him. said Mr.. Costello, moving his
chair 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
him." said he.
Did he say anything about any wan
We liked as good as him ?" asked Mr..
Costello.
II don't mind that he did" answered
the widow reaectively, folding her hands
il her lap.
az suppose he left that to yerself ~
pursued Mr.. Costello.
Faith an don't know, thin," pur-
sued Mrs. Cummisky.
"Div We think We like me as well 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 taze," ex-
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.
"Tell me-" he insisted, "div We like
me as. well as We did him ?"
CT mOst-l most disremember now
how much 1 liked him." answered the
widow, naturally embarrassed at such
question.
."Well, then" 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.
Cnmmiskey, derisively; "do l 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?"
"It is" whispered the widow; Fan
there now we have il"
GLORY be to God" exclaimed the
happy lover, and he drew the not I'M
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 Jewell" answered Mr..
Costello. the taste of that first kiss
would take away the taste of all the tay