The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1880-03-18
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Good srsnip 10 yOut rzA'am, said be.
Good eyenin 10 700, Mr. Costello, an
fNtred ihe widow.
li's Zoe weather we're hGYIs nAam,
e9aanned Ar Costello.
Il i That. thank God, replied Mrt.
Eamiskey, bot the waters oomiu' at lAsi
snd il cones 10 81, both great and small.
All said Mr. Costello, bu, ior All thE,
n doesai come 70 slise. Now, here
are you, ms'am, fat, rosy, and good look
10, equally swate 80 summer grtenlu',
iAll pippiu' o. Water russst---
Arrah, houId yer whist, now, inter
rupted The iAir widow, laughing. Much
40 old bachelor like you knows shout
spples OF women. Bot come in, Mr..
Costello an take cup o tGy With me, for
l was only stsndin' by the doore, lookin'
at the people pAssin' for company sake,
nike, an I'm sure the kettle mast haVe
song Hsslf hosrss.
Mr.. Costello needed no second invita-.
tlou and be followed bis hostess iuto ber
snns bsck room. There was bright are
burning in the little stove, the leA kettle
wss sending forth 8 cloud OF steam that
took ruddy glow from The fre, the shad-
ow lamp on the table gave a mellow and
subdued light to the room, and IL was all
very suggestive Of comfort.
It's very cosy Ye are here, Mrs. Cumis'
key, said Mr.. Costello, casting a look OF
Iapprobalion around the apartment.
Yes, replied the widow, as she laid the
supper, IL is that, whin do be hayin'
conpauy
An, ssid Mr.. Costello, ii must be lone.
some for you with only the cat and yen
cup o. tay.
/ Sure II IL, Swered the widow, Bul
take safe and set down, Mr.. Costello
Help yerself to this fish, and don't forget
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splittia' their aides with laughing.
Mfr. Costello helped himself and paused
lie looked al the plump widow, With heI
arm In that graceful position assumed in
pouring out YEA, and remarked, I'm sinsi'
bic OF The comforts Of home, Mrs. Cum
iskey, though I've none myself. Mind
now, the difference between the tastes O.
tsy made ana served that way and the
tAy they gives you in an 'atius house.
Sure, said the widow, there's nothin
like little home o. yer own. ! wonder
yer never got msrrit, Mr.. Costello.
was about to make the same remarL
in reference TO yourself, msam, answered
Mr. Costello.
God keep MS, exclaimed Mrs. Cumis
key, arn't . widder woman this sever
year2
! Ah, reioined Mr.. Costello, but ips think
. IN was why ye dIdn', get msrrit again
Wen, ,its sure am, .aid the widow
lhoughtiuIly, setting down her ieacup
and raising her hand by way Of emphasis
thore never was better husband TO any
woman than him that's dead and gone
Heaven save an rest his SOwl. lie wal
that aisy a child could do anything will
him, aud be WAS &s handsome Rs mon
4 You favor him very much Mr.. Costello
He was about yer height, and completed
: like You.
Ahi exclaimed Mr.. Costello.
lie oilen used TO say TO me in bis ban
tering way, Sure, Norah, what's tn,
worrold to man whiu bis wife's wild
der, mauin', you know, that all the temp
tstions an Injuries o. this life can neveI
folly man bsyant the grave. Sure, Nora
says he, what's tho worrold TO mar
whin bis wife is widder2 All pool
Johnl
Ii was sinsible sayin' that, remarked
Mr., Costello, as be helped himselito NOR,
fab.
mind the day that John died, contin
ued the widow. lie knew avery thing tt
the last, aud about four In the afternoon
lit was seventeen minutes past Ave eK
sclly by the clock that be died-he say
to me, Nora, says he, you've been gooC
vile, says be, and I've. been good bus
band, says he, and there's no love los
between us, says he, aud eau give yot
a good character any place, says be, aud
wish YOU could do the same for Inc wheT,
Tin goiu', says he, but It's oase equal
says be, every dog has his day, aud som
has day and bali, says he; an, say
be, I'll know more IN q bit then Fathe
Cotrgau himself, says he, but III sal
now, says be, that I've always been tru
son OF the church, says he, so III no
bother me brGinsIsbout II, and be says
says be, lave you 10 good hands, Nors
for lave you in your own hands, say
! be, aud If at any time ye see msu y
ike better nor me, marry him, says be
Alb, Nora, says be, for the first tim
speaking ii solemn like, what's the wor
sold 10 man whin his wife iH widder
And, SAYS be. lave $50 for masses, an
the rest lave TO yoursslf, says be, and
noedn'l tell ye to be good mother to th
children, says be, for well We know Their
I are none. All poor John. Win ye hsv,
ana. Der cup Of lay, Mr.. Costeliol
i, must have been hard on ye, said MI
I Costello Thank ye ma'am no more.
Il wAs bard, said Mrs. Cumi,key; bn
time will tell. must cast about me 70
NV own lisin'; and 30 ! got intil thi
. place and here, ! am to-day.
An said Mr.. Costello. ~ they roe