Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1880-04-22
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The widow Cummi>key was standing Al
the door Of her lltilc millinery store IN New
ark avenue the other evening. A. Mr Cos
iello came along Mr.. Costello stopped.
Good evcuin' to YOU. ma am. sad b..
Good e,enin' 10 YOU. Nj Costello" an
swercl the vidoV.
1t. fac weather were hayin' ma am"
continued NJ Costello.
1T ) tha:. thank Cod" replied Mr.,
Cumtni,Aoy 'bui the winter, comm al
last; and It comes 10 ali. both great and
small"
"Ah'" sad Mr Costello. but for tha, !;
doesn't come 10 IL ali alike. Now here are
You ma am. fat. rosy. and good lookIn.
equally ,ua;o a, summer grecnin', illl
pIpp.a' or a winter russell
"Arrah. hould Yer whist, now. interrupt
ed the fair widow. laughing. Much a. an
old bachelor Ike YOU knows about apples or
women But come in Mr.. Costello an take
4 cup o iay with me. for | was only ,tandin'
by the door. lookin' at the people passin.
for company sake. like. an I'm sure the
kettle must have sung itself hoar.e."
Mr.. Costello needed no second invitation
and he followed hi. hostess into her snug
DAAt lRtflll - N4AEA4k AAAN tNs "a
ing in the little stove. the tea kettle sending
forth 4 cloud Of steam that took Il muddy
glow from the IRE. the shadow lamp on the
table gave a mellow and subdued light to
the room. and it was all very suggestive Of
comfort
Its very COSY We are here. Mrs. Cum
mi,key," said Mr.. Costello. casting look
OF appreciation around the apartment.
- Il.
supper. I'll is that. whin do be hayin com
PAM.
"Ah. said Mr.. Costello. 1t must be lone
some for YOU with only the cat and Yer cup
O. tay.'
sure it is" answered the widow But
take a safe. and sit down. Mr.. Costello.
Help yerself to this fish. an don't forget
the purtaties. Look al them they are split
tin their sides with laughin'.'
Mr.. Costello helped himself and paused.
He looked at the plump widow. with her
arm in that graceful position assumed in
pouring out tea, and remarked. I'm sinsible
Of the comforts Of home. Mrs. Clmmiskey.
though I've none myself. Mind. now, the
difference between the tastes o tay made and
sarved that way and the tay they gives you
in an ating house
Sure" said the widow, there's notsin'
like little home o your own, wonder
yer never got marrit. Mr.. Costello
:" was about to make the same remark
in reference to yourself, ma am" answered
Mr.. Costello.
God keep US" exclaimed Mrs Cum
miskey. "arn't | widder woman this seven
year?'
"Ah.- rejoined Mr.. Costello. but it's
thinkin' | was why We didn't get marrit
az aim.
Well. it's sure | am" said the widow,
thoushtfully, setting down her teacup, and
raising her hand by way of emphasis, ''there
never was a better husband to any woman
than him that's dead and gone. Heaven
save an rest his sowl. He was that aisy
child could do anythin' with him. and he
was as handsome as a monkey. You favor
him very much. Mr.. Costello. He was
about your height, and complicated like
YOU"
All exclaimed Mr.. Costello.
He often used to say TO me in his
bantering way. Sure. Nora, what's the
worruld TO a man whn his wife is a widder,'
manin.' YOU know. that all the temptations
an luxuries of this life can never follow
man beyant the grave. Sure. Nora saws
be, what's the worruld to a man whin his
wife is a widder2 ? All, poor John
1T was a sinsible sayin, that" remarked
Mr.. Costello, as he helped himself to more
Ash.
Il mind the day John died." continued the
widow. He knew everything to the last.
and about four in the afternoon-it was
seventeen minutes past five exactly by the
clock that he died-he says to me, Nora
says he, you've been a good wife, says he.
and I've been a good husband SAYS he, and
there's no love lost between u.s. says he, AN
could give you a good caraekthur any
place. says he, AN | wish you could do the
same for me where I'm going says he, but
it's case equal says he, 'ev'ry dog has his
day, and some has a day and half says he,
AN, says he, = III know more in bit than Faith
er Corigan himself says he. but I've always
been true son of the church, says he, so,
I'll not bother me brains about it, and he
says, says he. Il lave you in good hands,
Nora, for lave you in your own hands,
says he, and if at any time We see a man ye
like better nor me, marry him. says he.
'Ah, Nora says he, for the first time spak-
| ing it solemn like, what's the vorruld to .
man whsn his wife il . widow? And says