The Lancaster ledger. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1852-1905, 1858-09-01
tI WAS carly mornIup.

lT WAS carly morning
is this the way 10 Sing Sing =
YES, roughly replied n brown faced
coantrym and passed on.
Ii was afternoon. The child was some
what fragile in her appearance. Her
bonnet WAS Of broken straw her shoes
were mncli torn the sun PLAYED ho,,,
on her tender forehead. She walked on
and on aa hour longer.
Is tins the way TO Sing Singr
'Ies, little girl but what are YOU 90.
Jug there for !:
The Child trudgel on, her lip CULVER
lng, ba, n0t deigujrg 20 au,wer The plea.
antfaced old mln who bad stoppci the
jogging ot his hcrsc to note her uurri,U
manner, and who liked that lite face
ANXIOUS and sad rs its expression Was
The dew Was falling. Katy had fallen
tno, a.mo-t. \ rough stone hy the way,
imbrdded IN mos. received her tired 1T
tie frame. She looked so wlerd aud aged,
slt,rps there, her tangled Lair falling on
the hands that were cl.spcd over her
face BY the Shaking oE her frame, the
tears were coming 100, aud sl!e was brave.
Iy trying to hold them back.
why what is this doaE little g,,i do
ing here!'
The examination came from pair Of
eager young lips.
a curiosity ] declare" cxcisimed u
harsher Voice, and Katy. looking up SUD.
denly, covered away from the sight ol
the pretty young girl, and her agreeable
looking companion.
What ever are you doing here, little
girl = asked Nell haywood, moving a
little nearer towards the frightened child
Going TO Sing Sing said Katy in n
scared way.
did you ever, George this child la
going to Sing Sing; why, it's ten miles
of. Child, did you know it WAS so far
of =
Katy shook her head, md wiped away
the hot and heavy tears one BY one.
why. yes, you poor little goose
Wha, are you going TO Sing Slug for.-
Have you had your supper =
Katy shook her head.
Have you had any dinner 7
Again the sad child shook Ge i.s"i
Nor breakfast Why, George. 90
poor little thing must be almost star" !!
Il should lhinl so,' mechanically r.
piled her brother, lust recovering frcm y
yamd. sai showing signs of syEsfaths.
Look here; what's your namsl We'll,
KATY, YOU must come up TO tho house,
aud get something To eat. Gong tn sing
S,ng Oh foot dear me, how ridicuI"us -
io'Iow me, Katy, aud we'll take rnre Of
you tonight. somehow, aud see about
so3f gciug to Sing Sing Tomorrow
Kat fDIiowed. What "a glorious Wis.
iyn Lgrs' upon her view The palace
.Iouse; ,he rocks redJeping in the low,
western sun; the shining river the signs
OF luxury on every band.
They walked up wide avenue. Elms
and oaks threw their pleasant branches
on each side here and there Hower
bush might be seen vines grew around
the noble pillars, twisting Up, up to the
gliaering windows.
Susan, give this poor child a good
sspper /; she is hungry, aud tired, too,
imagire. 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 trem.
bIed nov, led her into the kitchen.
Mesnwbile, her story, or that brief part
Of il which We know, was being told in
the drawing room. The sylph figure in
white, lounging gracefully in the midst o.
delicate cushions, accompanied her mar
ration With expressive gestures, and now
aud lAen little laugh.
Il should ike to know what she is 60
ing to Sing Sing for" We must ge,
Der up something to wear 9 bonneti .