The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1858-08-19
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her feet. 4 sas.se., Va a .t.-4 "A, a..
We'll, my little girl said the Wardel
kindly, for he was prepossessed in hel
favor, where have you come from 2
New York said the child family.
The men looked at each other incredu.
lcusly.
DO you mean to say that you have
come to Sing Sing, from New York, on
foot q
Yes SIR said the child, frightened al
his Manner. which had in it something
Of severity. s
And what have you come for|
TO see my father the child burst
forth with one great sob, and for mo-
ment her little frame was shaken with
a tempest of feeling.
And who is your father?' asked the
Warden, kindly.
He is Mr.. Lloyd said the child, as
soon as she could speak for her ru shing
sobs.
The Warden looked at the jailor
Lloyd; there are three Loyds here
Jim, Bondy and Dick, said the iailor
They may not be their proper names,
responded the Warden.
That's so,' said the jailor, but I can
try 'em all. Little one, was your fathers
name Jim 2"
The child nodded her head, or they
thought she did; she was SO convulsed
with the reaction brought on by the ter
mination of her journey.
If it's Jim, he's a bad one,' said the
jai!or, in low voice: "he's in irons
this morning, for temp ting to break Jail
he don't deserve little gal as looks like
that one, the villain. Come, child, I'll
go and find your father"
He took Katy's shaking hand /; with
the other she dashed the tears away fast
AS they fell. 1t frightened her almost in
10 calmness, to see the ponderous door at
which the jailor applied the great key
and the stiffness of the long stone pas
sages; the dimness thrown over all the
constant succession Of bars and bleak
black wall was terrible to sensitive mind
like hers. How the heavy tread of the
jailor, and the tread of the Warden behind
him, echoed through the gloom and the
space. 1t was in truth great tomb
through which they had moved; tomb
in which were coffined living hearts,
whose throb could almost be heard in the
awful stiffness. On, on they went, now
through this massive door, now through
that passage way. Every thing spoke of
crime, of fierce passions subdued, and
held in stern control ; everything, from
the grim face of the ferocious watch dog,
to the sentinels armed.
Then they turned, and went up the
stairs, the jailor holding the scared bird
close to his side with tender clasp, the
Warden following. Another tramp. and
at last they came to a stand-still. The
jailor. raped at a cell door. Slowly the
figure Of man with harsh, hair-cov-
cred face appeared.
Here's your little girl come to see
you,' said the jailor.
Little girl +! hem! you're green, F"
said the man, in grum accents; I've got
no little girl, or you wouldn't catch me
here"
Father said the childish voice. 1t
sounded so sweet, SO childish, in that ter
rible prison. But, as the scowling face
came closer to the bars, the child hid her
head quickly in the jailor's arm it wasn't
him.
Wen try the next one He walked
further on, and. spoke more pleasantly
This time. Well, Bondy. here is little
Katp; don't you want to see her
Little Katy'-there was a long pause
Il had Katy once--nota little KATY
broke her heart-God pity me. Go on,
it can't be for me-
Again the sweet voice rang out Faith
err The prisoner came up close to the
bars; youthful face, framed with light
wavy hair; face in which the blue eyes
looked innocent; face, tkat it seemed a
sin to couple with a foul deed, looked out
L saw the child's earnest, pleading, tear
full eyes; a dark expression rolled like q
wave across his brow groan came uE
from his bosom, and with low moan he
staggered against his bed, crying, "take
her away | can'tstand the sight of any
thing pure like that"
Katy had hidden her face seconc
time, as she feebly cried. ait isn't him ;
SO they kept on to the third cell.
"Jim, here's little girl, little Katy
your daughter. wants to See YOU" =
A stupid what ? came from the be
the man had probably Just awakened.
Your little daughter!'
There was sound Of rafting irons
that made the child shiver. Dimly ap
peared the face and outlines Of well
made mantle countenance handsom
but evils. He seemed not to compre
hend. But as fast as his chains woull
permit him, he came forward and looked
out at the face below. 1t was almos
too much for the child. With loud
convulsive cry, she exclaimed, "Father
Father !" and fell nearly scnseles
against the jailor ah
katy ! exclaimed the man, and there
was a nervous twitching about the mus
cles of the mouth, What IN Heaven
name has brought her here 2
The jailor was calling the child t
| conciousness
Shall we let her in the cell % asked
tko W..lo.