Richmond dispatch. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1884-1903, 1885-08-28

But take safe ana SGT uo"n'
Costello. Help yersilf to the fish, an
don't forgit the purtaties. Look a.
thin they're splittin' their sides with
laughin'."
Mr.. Costello helped himself and
paused. He looked at theplump widow,
with her arm in that graceful position
assumed in the pouring out OF tea, and
remarked, I'm sinsible Of the COM
forts of a home, Mrs. Cummiskey,
though I've none mesilf. Mind now,
the difference between the taste o tay
made and saryed that way and the tay
they gives you in an 'ating-house."
"Suro," said the widow, there's
nothin' like a little home Of yer own.
! wonder ye never got marrit, MIR. Cos
tello."
81 was about to make the same re-
mark in reference to yersilf, ma'am,"
answered Mr.. Costello.
"God keep u.s." exclaimed Mrs.
Cummiskey, " aren't / wilder woman
this seven year,"
"Ah," rejoined Mr.. Costello, "but
it's thinkin' was why ye didn't mar
rit again"
"Well, it's sure | am said the
widow, thoughtfully, sitting down her
tea-cup and raising her hand by way
of emphasis, there never was bet
ter husband to any woman than him
that's dead and gone, Heaven save an
rest his sowl. He was that asy child
could do anythin' with him, and he was
as humorsome as monkey. You favor
him very much, Mr.. Costello. He was
about your height, an dark-complected
like you"
"Ah /" exclaimed Mr.. Costello.
"He often used to say to me in his
bantherin' way, Sure, Nora, what's
the worrrld to a man whin his wife is
a widder,' manin', you know, that all
the temptations an luIuries Of this life
can never folly man beyant the grave.
Sure, Nora says he, what's the
worruld to a man whin his wife is a
widder?' All, poor John d"
alt was a sensible sayin', that" re-
marked Mr.. Costello, as he helped him
self to more fish.
81 mind the day John died." con-
tinued the widow. lie knewn every
thing to the last, and about in the after
noon-it was seventeen minutes past 5
exactly, be the clock, that he died-he
says to me, Nora says he, you've
been a good wife, says he, an I've
been a good husband says he, and so
there's no love lost betune US, says he,
an l could give ye a good char-sk-
thur to any place, says he, an | wish
you could do the same for me where
I'm goin', says he. but it's case equal,
says he. every dog has his day, and
some has a day and half says he,
and, says he. IN know more in a
bit than Father Corrigan himself, says
he, but I'll say nOw,' says he, that
I've always been a true son O. the
Church. says he, so I'll not bother
my brains about it., and he says, says
he, Il lave ye in good hands, Nora, for
| lave We in your own hands, says he t;
and if at amy time We see amy wan
We like betther nor me, marry him,
says he. All, Nora says he, for the
first time spakin' it solemn-like, All,
Nora, what is the wOrruld to a man
when his wife is a wilder: And,
says he, Il lave $50 for masses, and
the rest lave to yerself, says he, an
! needn't tell ye to be good mother
to the children, says he, for well we
know there are nome All poor
John. Will yc have another sup o
tay, Mr.. Costello?"
1t must have been very hard on
ye,' said Mr.. Costello. Thank ye,
ma 'am, no more"
1t was hard" said Mrs. Cummis-
ky; "but time will tell. | must cast
about me for me own Twin, an so got
intill this place, an here | am to-day
"Ah!" said Mr.. Costello, as they
rose from the table and seated them
selves before the fire, AN here we are,
both of us, this eyenin'."
Here We are, sure enough re-
joined the widow.
AN so mind We of-of him, do
II" asked Mr.. Costello, after pause,
during which he had ga1ed cOntempla-
lively into the fire.
THAT ye do" answered the widow.
"Ye favor him greatly. Darkroom
plected an the same plisant SMILE"
d" Now with me sittin' here, and you
sittin' there forninst me, we might al
most think ye were marrit again" said
Mr.. Costello insinuatingly.
"Ah, 60 way now for taze that we
are" exclaimed the widow, missing
her clean apron by rolling up the cor
ners Of it.
Il disremember what it was he said
about SEEM amy man you liked bet
Their nor him." said Mr.. Costello, NOV
ing his chair little nearer to that Of
the widow.
L" He said, said he," answered the
widow, smoothing her apron over her
knees with her plump white hands,
" Nora said he, il amy time we see
amy man We like Bother nor me, marry
him. says he"
Did he say anything about amy
wan We liked as well as him ," asked
Mr.. Costello.
II don't mind that he did, " answered
the widow. rehectively, folding her
hands in her lap.
81 suppose he left that to yersilf,"
pursued Mr.. Costello.
Faith, an don't know, thin" an
swered Mrs. Cummiskey.
"Div We think We like me as well as
We did him." asked Mr.. Costello,
persuasively, leaning forward to look
into the widows eyes, which were cast
down.
"Ah, 60 way now, for taze," ex-
claimed the widow, Strengthening her.
self, and playfully slapping Mr.. Cos
telo in the face.
lie moved his chair still nearer and
stole his arm around her waist.
"Nivyer you think I'm ticklesome,
NJ Coctallo - said the widoV lookiDO