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

anxious face below. was almost too much for
the child. With loud, convulsive cry she
exclaimed, Gather! Fatherp and fell nearly
senselcss against the jailOr.
'Katy3 exclaimed tho man, and then there
was nervous twitching about the muscles of
the month, What in Heavens name has brO't
her here2'
The jailor was calling the child to conscious
ness.
Shall we let her come in the cell2' asked the
Warden.
Jim was dashng his hand across his face
A smothered yes issued from his lips They
opened the ponIcrous door, and put the child
within. Her arms were outstretched his were
wide open, and they came together about the
form of that poor little child.
oh Father! oh, Katy, Katy!' and then
there was a quiet crying By and by the man
lifted the little hoad whose glossy curls were
falling on his shoulders. and oh! what sharp
rattle Of the chains smote on the car, and look
ed in her face. After a moments irresoution
he kissed her. and then his head fell under her
earnest, loving look.
katy, what made you Gomez?
Wanted to see you, Father and the head
was on his shoulder again.
How did you come, Katy; never mind the
noise, they are looking up; they will be here
again, and let you out; how did you come,
KatyH
4 walked here
From New York, child?
YES Fathcrn
There was no sound, save that or the chains,
as he strained her closer to his bosom.
And how did you leave-her-Katy--your
mothcr?'
The question was icarfully asked, but not re-
sponded to. He gazod eagerly in the child's
face; her little lip was quivering
IKaty, tell me quiok!'
She died. Father'
A groan a terrible groan followed; the con-
vcts head fell in the lap Of his child, and he
wept with strong cries. The jailor and the
Warden said that they never saw sight so woe
ful. And the child tried to comfort him, till
his strength seemed to be gone, and his sobs
were like gasPs.
'Oh, Katy, when did she die? Oh, my poor
May! my poor girl" ..... ..
Ever So long ago, guess, ever so many
weeks replied the child; but she told me to
come anl see you and comfort YOU
oh, God this is hard; she always forgave
me-
She told m, to pray for you, too; she told me
to ask you would you be real good after you
come out and meet her in Heaven
I'm Heaven! I in Heaven groaned the man,
giving way again to his agony. The child was
angel guided Her soft touch was better for
his souls good, than the strifes and the chains.
lie had been hardened; her Little love had melt
cd down the adamant; had found the lockcd-up
good ofhis nature, and she had sent her sweet
smiles through its prison door. Long he sat
there, his head in the lap of his beautiful quiet
child. None dared disturb him. jailor and War
den walked to and fro.
Father, when you come out, III take care Of
you.'
Ho lifted his hcad his eyes, red with weer-
ing, were fastened on her face.
Mother said might
Gods blessings on you, my angol-child; you
may save your miserable Father!
4 ,eW save you, Father
W. a. &c &. fho ;n,1o
spoke roughly to one Of the prisoners; it was to
hide his emotion. You had better come again
my child?'
Can't stay?
NO, dear; but you shall come and see me a.
gain
They took her gently from the dark cell; she
sobbed very quietly. In the Warden's room
stood pleasant faced old man.
Il have come after that little GIRL he said.
She must go home with me. I'll take good
care Of her; I've heard her story; and when hel
father comes out, if he's mind to behave himself
I'll give him plenty to do. Besides that, II
bring her up once week to see him. Wha
say little one, will you go with meT and gooc
Mr.. haywood stroked her hair, as he said, pity
ngly, poor child! poor child!
/ Reader, ten miles from Sing Sing, there is
little cottage occupied bya laborious man ant
his one daught er Little Katy is fulfilling tn
: commands of her dying mother. She is takini
care of her ather, and he, thank God, is takin
: care of himself! Men respect him. and CO.
has forgiven him. ts4.. ID.