The Buchanan County guardian. (Independence, Buchanan County, Iowa) 1858-1864, 1858-08-19

ders, and oh, what sharp rattle Of the
chains smote on the ear, and looked il
her face. After moments irresolutiol
he kissed her, and then his head fell un
der her earnest, loving look.
katy, what made you come 2
Wanted to see you, father and tn,
head was on his shoulder again.
How did you come, Katy neve
mind the noise, they are locking up
they will be here again, and let you out
how did you come, Katy p
4 walked here w
From New York, child %
| Yes, Father
There was no sound, save that Of the
chains, as he strained her closer to hi:
| bosom. '4
'And how did you leave--her-Katy
Your mother 2 ss .stt
The question was fearfully asked, bu
not responded to. He gazed eagerly il
the child's face her little lips wer,
quivering.
Katy, tell me quick 7
She died, Father = s.a,,.s n,
A groan, terrible groan followed
the convict's head fell in the lap of hi
child, and he wept with strong cries
The jailor and the Warden said that they
never saw sight so woeful. And tn,
child tried to comfort him, till hi
strength semed to be gone, and his sob
were like gasps. d'la
Oh, Katy, when did she die ? Oh
my poor Mary my poor girl!' ra
Ever so long ago, guess, ever SC
many weeks replied the child bu
she told me to come and see you, and
comfort you
'Oh, God this is hard she Away.
forgave me-
'She told me to pray for you, too; sh,
told me to ask you would you be rea
good after you come out, and meet her
in heaven
In Heaven I in heaven groanet
the man, giving way again to his agony
The child was angel-guided. Her sof
touch was better for his souls good
than the strifes and the chains. He had
been hardened her little love had melt
ed down the adamant had found the
locked-up good of his nature, and sh,
had sent her sweet smiles through its
prison door. Long he sat there, his
head in the lap of his beautiful, quie
child. None dared disturb him jalol
and Warden walked to and fro.
Father, when you come out, III
take care of YOU
He lifted his head his eyes, read
with weeping, were fastened on her face
Mother said l might
Gods blessing on you my angel
child you may save your miserable
Father
L wW save you, Father
The Warden cleared his throat; the
jailor spoke roughly to one of the prison
ers il was to hide his emotion. You
had better come now,' he added, going
TO the cell.
Katy, you must go; will you come
again, my child ?
Can't | stay 2
No, dear but you shall come and
see me again
They took her gently from the dark
cell She sobbed very quietly. In the
Warden's room stood pleasant fac ed
old man.
Il have come after that little girl he
said. e.f
She must go home with me. I'll take
good care of her; I've heard her story
and when her father comes out, if he's ;
mind to behave himself, I'll give hin
plenty to do. Besides that, I'll bring
her up once week to see him. Wha
say, little one, will you go with me
and good old Mr.. haywood stroked hel
hair, as he said, pityingly, poor child
poor child =
| Reader, ten miles from Sing Sing, there
is little cottage occupied by laboriou
man and his one daughter. Little Katy
is fulfilling the commands of her dying
mother. She is taking care of her father
and he, thank God. is taking care o
himself Men respect him, and God ha
forgiven him.