The Cadiz Democratic sentinel. [volume] (Cadiz, Ohio) 1854-1864, 1858-09-15

sorrowfu that she could not further relieve her
necessities. I'D have given her something to
wear and we could have sent her to Sing Sing;
but, perhaps she will come back again; if so,
will you send her to mer
II she do, will, Miss answer Susan, going
at the goOseberries again.
But little Kate did not come back. She had
been watching her opportunity to get off, and
had already been watching her opportunity to
! get of, and had already been gone some time.
She slept in an open field; crawled into some
hay; she would have walked all night, if she
had dared; but she was afraid Of the darkness.
'Mr. Warden, there's queer case over at
my house, said bluff looking fellow, meeting
the Warden of Sing Sing prison. 'We found
her last night in some out the way place, and
nothing would do but my wife must take her
in. We can't find out her name, except that it
is Katy, and | expect she wants to sec some
body in the prison. But we can't get anything
out of her; where she came frem, or anything
about it,
Bring her over here said the Warden, my
wife is wanting little girl for help; maybe she's
just the one.' So Katy stood, trembling more
of the Warden and jaior. Katy was pretty
child Her large blue eyes wore an expression
fintensc melancholy; her hair had been nicely
conf ell and curled and some one had put good
pair Of shoes on her feet.
WELL my little girl said the Warden, kind
ly, for he was preposScssed in her favor, where
have you come Iom?'
New York. said the child, faintly.
The men looked at each other incrednlousIy.
DO YOU mean to say that you have come to
Sing Sing, from New York, on footP
yes SIR said the child, frightened at his
manner, which had in it something of Severity.
And what have you come for?
TO see my father the child burst forth with
one great Sob and for moment her little frame
was shaken with tempest of feeling
iAnd who is your father" asked the Warden
kindly.
'IIc is Mr.. Loyd said the child, as soon as
she could speak for her rushing sobs.
The Warden looked at the ja,lor. ..
Lloyd; there are three Loyds here: Jim,
Bondy and Dick said the jaior.
'They may not be their proper Names re.
sponded the Warden.
'Thut's so,' said the iailor, but can try zen,
all. Little one, was your fathers name jim?
The child nodded her head, or they thought
she did; she was all convused with the reac.
ton brought on by the termination Of her jour.
noy.
lifts jim, he's bad one,' said the jailor, ii
low voisc; he's in irons this morning, fol
tempting to break jail; he don't deserve a little
gal as looks like that one, the villain. Come
child, I'll so and find your lather.'
lie took Katy's shaking hand; with the other
she dashed the tears away fast as they fell. Il
frightend her almost into calmness to see tht
ponderous door at which the jailor applied the
great key; and the stiffness of the long stonc
passages; the dimness thrown over all; the con
, ant succession OF bars and bleak black WALL
was terrible to sensitive mind like kcis. How
=; the heavy tread of the jailor, and the tread o
=. tie Warden behind him, echoed through thu
) gloom and the space. 1t was in truth great
e t)mb through which they moved; a tomb il
| which were collined living hearts, whose throl
r could al most be heard in the awful Stiffness
o., on they went, now through this massive
t d,or, now through that passage way. Ever.
.. thing spoke ofcrme, if fierce passions subdueC
g and held in stern control; everything, from tn
: grim face Of the lerocious watchdog, to tn
+ sentinels armed.
Then they turned, and went up the STAIR tn
0 aor holding the scared bird close to his sid
:, with tender clasp, the Warden following
+ Another tramp, and at last they came to STAN
n still. The jailor raped at a cell door. Slow
# lily the figure ofa man with harsh, hair-coyer
: ed face appeared.
Here's your little girl come to see you, sal
TIE jaior.
IS Little girl! hem! you're green, said the ma,
,e in grum accents; Ive got no little girl, or 70
J. wouldn't catch me here
C Father said the childish voice. II sounde
so sweet, so childish, in that terrible prison.
) But, as the scowling face came closer to IL
d bars, the child hid her head quickly in the jai
re or's arm half-sobbing; it wasn't him.
'We'll try the next one.' lie walked furtl
d er on, and spoke more pleasantly this time
a We'll, Bondy, here is little Katy; don't yo
want to see her2'
t. Little Katy there was a long pause.
Y; had Katy once--not little Katy-I brol
OF her heart-God pity me. Go on, it can't
ID for me-
S, Again the sweetest voice rang out, Father
s., The prisoner came up close to the bars;
youthful face framed with light wavy hair;
n face in which the blue eyes looked innocent;
face, that it seemed a sin to couple with 70
y deed, gazed out. 1t saw the child's earnes
pleading, fearful eyes; dark expression roll'
k like wave across his brow; groan came I
from his bosom, and with low moan he sta
ly gered against his bed, crying. take her ava
can't stand the sight Of anything pure lii
n, that
r Katy had hidden her face second time,
she feebly cried, it isn't him. SO they kept (
IT. the third cell.
re, Jim, here's little girl, little Katy, yo
ht daughter, wants to see you.'
p, a stupid 'what!' came from the bedj the mi
- had probably just awakened
lr- your little daughter!'
Il There was A sound of rattling irons that ma