Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1858-11-19

bic pillars twisting gently up, up to the
glittering windows.
"Susan, give this poor girl a good supper I;
she is hungry, and tired, too, imagine
After that, will see what can be done for
her"
Susan wore mild face. She looked
pleasantly down at the poor, tired little one,
and taking her hand, which tremblOd now,
od her into the kitchen.
Meanwhile her story, or that brief part
of it which We know, was told in the draw
ing-room. Tho sylph figure in white,
loungng gracefully in the midst Of delicate
cushions, accompanied her narration with
expressive gestures, and now and then lit
lie laugh.
IL should like to know what she is going
to Sing Sing for" she said, leaning Ian
guidly back. ave must get her up somc-
thing to wear; bonnet; pair Of shoes
and then, may be, we will manage to have
her carried some way, il her mission is oi
any Importance. Oh! such an odd-looking
little thing~
"Who is that, my daughterl'
"Ohl papa YOU are como homo. Why
was talking about mite Of child; sh'
cant bo more than ten years old, if that
| saw her out here sitting on moss rock
tho most forlorn object. She says sho il
going to Sing Sing"
81 mot her on my way" said tho pleas
ant-faccd old man; "sho asked me about it
and l would have stopped her, but she
trudgod on. Who're is sbel 1t was moor
when l saw her."
ain the kitchen, papa. Susan is taking
good care Of her, expect, and when sh'
has had hearty supper VIC will talk witt
her."
A gay trio Of young girls came in. Th'
netting was put up; the gas burned bright
ly; and music and mirth banished al
thought Of care. Suddenly, Nell Maywooc
remembered the little ones figure, and
clapping her hands, cried, "Oh, I've some
thing to tell you, girls" and disappeared.
Susan was picking gooseberrics noar tn
pantry in the kitchen.
"Wherc is the child, Susy 7" asked Mel
haywood
"On tho doorstep, Miss" Susan replied
"Wby, no, Susan, there's nobody here
nobody to be seon."
"Yes, Miss" Susan put her pan dowr
held up her apron to catch the stems of th'
berries, and walked to the door. "Wh,
she was here some time after supper.
turned and camc in; she was sitting ther
looking at the stars. thought she was
mighty queer child; but she's deep, deeT
Miss Nelly; she's gone. Let me see if ther
amt any silver round-Im afraid sho too
something; they're mighty artful."
"Didn't you tell her she might stay a
night" Nell haywood was pceping her
and there to spy her if possible.
Yes, Miss Nell; told her what goo
bed there was over the woodshed; but SD
looked strange out of thcm largo eyes {
hers, and she never seemed to hear"
''The poor child is in trouble" said Mel
quito sorrowful that she could not furth,
relieve her necessities. ard havo give
her something to wear, and we could hav
sent her to Sing Sing; but perhaps she wi
como back again; il so send her to me-"
But little Katy did not come back. Sh
had been watching hcr opportunity to g
off, and had already been gone some tim,
i She crcpt into some hay in an open folt
she would have walked all night, but 81
! was afraid of darkness.
b "Mr. Warden, there's queer case ov
/ at my house," said bIuff.looking fcllo,
n moeting the Warden of Sing Sing prisol
awe found her last night in an out of tt
way place, and nothing would do but IN
g wife must take her in. We can't find o,
her name except that it is Katy, and e
!, pect she wants to see somebody in the pri
t. on. But we can't got anything out of h
G -whero she came from or anything abo
r, it."
$ "Bring her over here" said the Wardel
"my wife is wanting little girl for hsl
y maybe she's just the onc."
= So Katy stood, trembling more than ave
in a few moments, in the presence of Il
g Warden and Jailor.
n Katy was a pretty child. Her lars
$ blue eyes wore an expression Of inten'
= melancholy ;hcr hair had been nicely combe
and curlcd, and some one had put GOO
pdlf vi suOcs upOu hct iocb.
swell, my little girl" said the Warde
= kindly, for he was prepossessed in her I
vor, "where have you come 'front.'
a "New York." said the child, family.
l. The men looked at each other incrsd
d ously.
"Do you moan to say that you have con
|" to Sing Sing from New York on foot 7"
" ayes, sir" said the child, somewh
frightened at tho severity of bis manner.
a "And what have you come forp
"To see my father" and the child bun
} forth with one great sob, and for nome
{! her little frame was shaken with a tempe
of feeling.
y "And who is your fatherl" asked Il
warden kindly.
. He is Mr.. Lloyd" said the child, as So
u rs she could speak for her rushing sobs.
The warden looked at the jailor.
"Loydl there are three Loyds here
Jim, Bondy and Dick" said the jailor.
"ThesO may not be their proper names
" responded tho warden.
"That's So" said tho jailor; "but I c.
y try them all. Little one, was your fathe
a namc Jiml" aptf
Tho child nodded her head, or tn
thought she did.
"If it is, it's bad one" said tho jailor,
10 a low voice, she's in irons this morning
10 attempting to break prisoa; he don't q