The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1878-04-11
Winning a Widow.

at the door of her little millinery store IN
Newark Avenue the other evening, as MIR.
Costello came along. Mr.. Costello
stopped.
Good evenin' to you, ma am" said he.
Good evenin' to you, Mr.. Costello"
answered the widow.
ats tine weather we're havin', ma am"
continued Mr.. Costello.
SIT is that, thank God" replied Mrs.
Cummiskey, "but the winters comm at
last, and it comes to all both great and
small"
"Ah" said Mr. Costello, but for all
that it doesn't come TO Us all alike. Now,
here are you, ma am, fat, rosy, an good
lookin', equally swate as summer green
in, a fall pippin or a winter russell
"Arrsh, hould yer whist, now" inter
rupted the fair widow, laughing. Much
an old bachelor like you knows about
apples or women. But come in, Mr.. Cos
tello, an take a cup o. tay with NE for
was only standin' be the Goore. luokin' at
the people passin', for company sake,
like, and I'm sure the kettle must have
sung itself hoarse."
Mr.. Costello needed no second invitation.
and he followed his hostess into her snug
back room. There was bright fire
burning in the little Franklin stove, the
tea table was sending forth cloud of
steam that took rudy glow from the
freight, the shaded lamp on the table
gave mellow and subdued light to the
room, and it was all very suggestive of
comfort.
ITS very cosy ye are here. Mrs. Cum
miskey," said MIR. Costello, casting q
look Of appreciation around the apart
ment
YES" replied the widow. as size laid
the supper, ''it is that, whin | do be hav-
in company
"Ah, said Mr.. Costello, ait must be
lonesome for youwiih only the cat and yer
cup O tav."
sure it Il, answered the widow. but
take a safe aud set down, Mr. Costello.
Help yerselt to this fish an don't forget
the purtatles. Look at them; they re
splittin' their sides with laughin'."
Mr.. Costello helped himself and paused.
lie looked at the plump widow, with her
arm in that graceful position assumed in
the pouring ont of tea, and remarked,
"l'm sinsible of the comforts of u home,
Mrs. C1mmiskey, though I've none me-
self. Mind, now, the difference between
the tastes o. tay made and sarved that a
way and the tay they gives you in an
'ating house"
'Sure," said the widow, "there's nothin'
like little home o yer own. wonder
yer never got marrit, Mr.. Costello"
Il was about to make the same remark
in reference u yer,elf, ma am, answered
Mr.. Costello.
"God keep u, exclaimed Mrs. Cum
miskey, aren't | wilder woman this
seven year,
"Ah, rejoiued Mr.. Costello, but it's
thinkin | was wig ye didn't get marrit
again"
well, it's sure am said the widow,
thoughfuliy, setting down her teacup
and raising her hand by way of empha-
sis, There never was better husband to
any woman than him that's dead and gone,
heaven save IA rest his sowl. He was
that asy child could do snythin' with
him, and he was rs humorsome As a mon
key. You favor him very much, Mr..
Costello. lie WAS about your height,
and Completed like you"
"Ah!' exclaimed Mr.. Costello.
"lIe often used TO say to me in his ban
therin' way, Sure, Nora, what's the
worruid to n man whin his wife is a wild
der manin', you know, that all the timpt-
atoms an Injuries Of this life can never
folly man beysnt the grave. Sure,
Nora says he, what's the worruld to a
man whip his wiie's widder.' All, poor
Johnr'
at was a sensible sayin', that" re-
marked Mr. Costello as he helped him self
to more fish.
AZ mind the day J Ohm died, continued
the widow. ale knew everything to the
last. and about four in the afternoon-it
was seventeen minutes past five exactly
be the clock that he died-he says to me,
Mora says he, you've been good wife,
saws he, AN I've been good husband,
saws he, AN so there's no love lost be-
tween US, says he, AN could give ye a
good charackthur to any place. says he,
AN wish you could do the same for me
where len goiD',' says he, but it's case
equal says he, every dog has his day,
and some has a day and a-half, says he,
ssn'- saws he, I'll know more in a bit than
Father Corrigan himself, says he, blu