Lexington weekly intelligencer. (Lexington, Mo.) 1871-1887, 1878-01-26
THE WIDOW OUMMIsKEY WON.
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Widow.

Widow.
The widow Cummiskey was standing
at the door of her little millinery store
in Avenue d.. the other evening. as Mr.
Costello came along. Mr.. Costello stop.
ped.
Good cvenin' to you. ms'am," said
he.
Good evening to you. Mr.. Costello"
answered the widow.
Its fine weather we're havin,'
ma 'am." continued MIR. Costello.
at Is that. thank Cod replied Mrs.
Cummiskey, but the winters comm
At last, and it to all, both great
and small
All! said Mr.. Costello, "but tor all
that it doesn't come to US all alike.
Now. here are you ma'am. fat. rosy an
good lookin.' aqually swate as a suume
greenin.' a tall plppin or u winter rus
sett'
''Arrah. hou'i yer whisht. now" IN
%terrupted the lair widow. laughing.
''Much an old bachelor like you knows
abou: apples or oine But come in
Mr.. Costello AN take Il cup o tay with
me for | was only standin be- the doore
lo"kin' at the people ptssin,' Tor compa-
ny sake. like, and I'm sure the kettle
must have sung itself hoarse.'
MIR. Costello needed no second invita-
ton. aud he followed his hostess into
her snug back room. There WAS n bright
fire burning i'll the little Franklin stove.
the tea-kettle was sending forth 4 cloud
OF steam that tool IL ruddy glow from
the tire-light. the shaded lamp on the
table gave u mellow and subdued light
to the room. and it was all very sugges-
tive at comfort.
Its very cosey We are here, Mrs.
Cummi-key," said MIR. Costello, casting
a look Of appreciation around the apart
mcnt.
Yes" replied the widow, as she laid
the supper. lit is that whiu | do have
company.'
An said Mr.. Costello, sit must be
lonesome tor you with only the cat and
yer cup O. tay."
Sure it is, answered the widow. but
take u safe and set down, Mr.. Costello.
Help verselt to the fish an don't torgit
the purtaties. Look ut them they re
SpIittiu' their sides with %laughin'."
MIR. Costello helped himself and paused.
He looked at the plump widow, with
her arm in that graceful position assum-
ed in The pouring out of tea, and re-
marked, Il III siIsible of the comforts Of
a home, Mrs. Curumiskey, though I've
none mesilf. Mind now, the difference
between the taste o tay made and sarved
hat u way and the tay they gives you in
an 'at!ng house.
Sure" said the widow, there's
nothln like 4 little home of yer own. l
wonder ye never got marrit, Mr.. Cos
tello."
Il was about to make the same re-
mark in reference to yersilf. ma'am,"
answered Mr.. Costello.
God keep u.s." exclaimed Mrs. Cum
mlskev, 'arentla widder wonan this
siven year,"
An rejoined Mr.. Costello. '.but it's
thinkin' l was why We didn't get marrit
AGAIN
We'll, it's sure | am" said the widow,
thoughtiully, setting down her tea cup
and raising her hand by emphasis,
there never was 4 better husband to
any than him that's lead and
gone, heaven save an rest his sowl. He
was that asy a child could do anythin'
with him, and he was as humorsome as
a monkey. You favor him very much.
Mr.. Costello. He was about your height,
an dark-complected like YOU
All exclaimed Mr.. Costello.
"He often used to say to me In his
banterln' way. Sure, Nora. what the
worruld to a man whin his wife is 4 Wild
der m%anin', you know. that all the
temptations an luXurles OF this lite can
never folly a man beyant the grave.
Sure, Nora what's the WOrruld to q
maj whin his wife is q wilder Alb.
poor john
lit was a sensible sayin', that" re-
marked Mr.. Costello, as he helped him
self to fish.
Il mind the day John died. contin-
ued the widow. ..He knew everything
to the last. and about 4 in the afternoon
it was seventeen minutes past five ex-
actly be the clock. that he died-he says
To me. Nora says he. you've been u
good wife, says he, an I've been Il
good husband. says he. and so there's
no love lost bctune u.s. says he, an l
could give Il good char-ak-thur to any
place. say he. 'au | wish you could do
the same tor me where I'm goiu says
he, but is case equal says he. every
dog has his day, and some has a day an
u halt. SAYS he and. SAYS he. I'll know
more in a bit tFan Father CorrIgan him.
seli.' says he, but Iii say now. says he,
that I've always been a true son of the
church, says he, so | II not bother nv
brains about it, 'and he says. says he,
i lave We IN good hands. Nora, for |
lave We in your own hands, says he,
and ii at amy time ye see amy wan We
like betther y me-. marry him. SAYS
he. 'Ah, Nera,' say he, for the first
time spakin' it solenIn-like. 'Ah. Nora,
what is the worruld to a man whln his
wife is 4 widder? And, SAYS he, L lave
$50 Tor masses, and the rest | lave to
y~ersilf, says he, 'an'I needn't tell We %
be a good mother TO the Children says
he. Tor we'll We know there are none.'
All. poor Jonn. Will ye have another
cup o tay. Mr.. Costello.
1t must ov been very hard on ye."
said Mr.. Costello. Thank We, ma'am,
no more
1T was hard," said Mrs. Cummiskey;
"but time will tell. | must cast about
me Tor me own Twin. an so | got intill
this place, and here | am to-day"
All" said MIR. Costello. as they rose
oIh - " oia - Co JIG.
fore the fire, AN here we are both Of
US this evenin'."
"IIere we are sure enough" rejoined
the widow.
"An' SO mind We of-of him, do ="
asked MIR. Costello, after Il pause, during
which he had gazed contemplatively in
to the fire.
That We do" answered the widow.
''Ie favor him greatly. Dark complect-
ed an the same plisint smile"
Now with me sittln' here. and you
sittin' there i~orninst me. ye might al
most think ye were narrit again. said
Mr.. Costello. insinuatingly.
''Ah 90 away now tor a taze that ye
are" exclaimed the widow. musslng her
clean apron by rolling up the corners
OF it.
II disremember what it was he said
about seem amy man you liked better
nor him." said MIR. Costello. moving his
chair Il little nearer to that OF the widow.
He said. said he" answered the lit
tie widow, smoothing her apron over her
knees with her plump white hands.
-" Nora said he. If amy time We see
amy man ye like better nor me, marry
him, says he
Did he say anything about amy
wan ye liked as well as him ? asked Mr..
Costello.
81 don't mind that he did," answered
the widow retlectively, folding her hands