True American. [volume] (Steubenville [Ohio]) 1855-1861, 1858-09-01
zRAGAN, Editor and Proprietor.
have something 10 show you, girls" and

have something 10 show you, girls" and
disappeared. 4r4}1aa
Susan was picking gooseberries near
the pantry in the kitchen. '.. 1.4a
Where is the child, Susy 7" asked
Nell haywood.
On the door step, Miss" Susan re-
piled, picking away.
:" Why, no Susan, there's nobody here
nobody to be seen."
Yes. Miss" Susan placed her pan
down, held her apron up to catch the
stems Of the berries, and walked deiber.
alely to tie door.
WHY, she sat here sometime after
supper. I turnei and came in; she was
sitting there looking up, at The stars,
expect. thought she was mighty
quiet child but she's deep, deep Miss
Nelly; she's gone. Let me see-there
amt any silver round-I should be ateard
she'd took something; they are mighty
arlful."
"Why, didn't you tell her she might
stay all night 7" Nell haywood was
peeping here aud there, TO spy her il
possible.
eyes, Miss Nell (; and l told her what
good bed there was over the woodshed;
but she looked strange out of them large
eyes OF hers, and never seemed 10 hear"
"The poor child is in trouble" said
Nell, quite sorrowful that she could no
further relieve her necessities. I'd
have given her something to wear, and
sent her to Sing Sing but perhaps she
will come back again; if so, you'll send
her to me 7" a4.s
If she do. will, Miss" answered
Susan, going at the gooseberries again.
But little Kate did not come back
She had been watching her opportunity
to get off, and bad 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 bul
she was afraid Of the darkness.
Mr.. Warden, there is a 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 of the way place, and nothing
would do but my wife must take her in.
We can't find out her name, except that
il is Katy, and expect she wants 10 see
somebody in the prison. But we can't
get anything out Of her-where she came
from, or anything about it," 81
"Bring her over here" said the War.
den. "my wife is wanting little girl for
help; maybe she's just the one" So
Katy stood, trembling more than ever, in
few moments, in the presence Of the
Warden and jailor. Katy was a pretty
child. Her large blue eyes wore an ex.
preston of intense melancholy, her hair
had been nicely combed and curled, and
some one had pu! a good pair Of shoes on
her feet. -, ts..s ...i E.
"Well, my little girl" said the War.
tden, kindly, for he was prepossessed in
her favor, "where have you come from y
| "New York" said the child, family.
The men looked at each other incred'
ulously.
"Do you mean to say that you have
come to Sing Sing, from New York, on
foot?"
"Yes sir" said the child, frightened al
his manner, which had in it something oi
severity. sl
"And wha! have you come for -
"To see my father" the child burs,
forth with one great sob, and for mo-
ment her little frame was shaken with q
tempest of feeling.
"And who is your fa,her!" asked the
Warden, kindly.
"He is Mr.. Lloyd" said the child, at
soon as she could speak for her rushing
sobs.
The Warden looked at the jailor.
Lloyd; there are three Loyds here
Jim, Bondy and Dick" said the jailor.
"They may not be their proper names,' =
responsed the Warden,
"That's so," said the jailor. "but
can try 'em all. Little one, was your
fathers name Jim I"
The child nodded her head, or they
thought she did; she was all convulset
with the reaction brought on her by the
termination Other journey.
"Ifit's Jim, he's bad one,' said The
jailor, in low voice, she's in irons this
morning, for tempting to break jail, he
don't deserve a little ga! as looks like
that one, the villin. Come, Child, II
go and find your father"
He took Katy's shaking hand, with tht
other she dashed the tears away fast al
they fell. 1t frightened her almost int
calmness, to see the ponderous door a
which the jailor applied the great key
and the stiffness Of the long stone passa
ges, aud dimness thrown over all, tht
constant succession Of bars and bleal
black walls was terrible 10 sensitiv,
mind like hers. How the heavy tread o.
the jailor, and the tread Of the Warder
behind him, echoed through the gloon
and the space. 1t was in truth a grea
tomb through which they moved, tomt
lin which ,vefe confined living hearts
whose throb could almost be heard il
the awful stiffness. On, on they wen