The weekly Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1854-1861, 1858-08-26


berries, and walked deliberately to the door.
"Wby, she sat here some time after sup
per. turned, and came in she was sit
ting 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 ain't any silver round-I
should Be nfeard she'd took something; they
are mighty artful." as, .-
"Why, didn't you tell her she might stay
all night!" Nell haywood was peeping here
and there, to SPY her if possible.
"Yes, Miss Nell and told her what a
good bed there was over the woodsbed but
she looked strange out of them large eyes Of
hers, and never seemed to hear"
"The poor child is in trouble" said Nell,
quite sorrowful that she could no further re-
lieve her necessities. "Pd have given her
something to wear, and we could have sent
her to Sing Sing; but, perhaps she will
come back again if 60, will you send her
to me % ... .-.... ...-....
"If she do, will, MISS" answered Susan,
going at the gooseberries again.
4 But little Kate will not come back. She
had been watching her opportunity to get
of, and had already been gone some time.
She slept in an open field; crnwled into
some hay /; she would have walked all night,
if she had dared; but she was afraid of the
darkness. ..s.. ..,G G-~-. #
"Mr. Warden, there's queer case over
at my house," said f.looking fellow,
meeting the Warden OF Sing Sing prison.
awe 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 it is Katy, and ex-
pect she wants to see somebody in the pris.
on. But we can't get anything cut of her;
where she came from, or anything about
it," ... a.s s..,T
| "Bring her over here" said the Warden
"ny wife is wanting a little girl for helpi
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 pretty child. Her large blue
eyes wore an expression of intense meldn-
choiy; her hair had been nicely combed and
curled, and some one had put good pair OF
shoes on her feet.
"Well, MY little girl" said the Warden
kindly, for he was prepossessed in hel
favor, "whcre have you come Irom! %
"New York." said the child, family.
The men looked at each other incredu.
lousy. .aa
ado you mean to say that you have come
to Sing Sing, from New York, on foot :"
/ "Yes, sir" said the child, frightened a
his manner, which had in it something o.
severity.
"And what have you come for?"
"To zee my father" the child burst forth
with one great sob, and for moment her
little frame was shaken with a tempest oI
feeling. XIX.
"And who is you father 7" asked the War.
den, kindly. a.-s#sa '.ana.., s-
He is Mr.. Lloyd" said the the child, as
soon as she could speak for her rushing
sobs.
The Warden looked at the iailor.
"Loyd there are three Loyd's here; Jim
Bondy and Dick" said the Jailor.
"Thoae may not be their proper names, u
responded the Warden. ..s'.
"That's so," said the jaiIor, "but can try
'em all. Little one, was your fathers name
J i'm 60 -..-.. ..
The child nodded her head, or they
thought she did she was oil convulsed with
the reaction brought on by the termination
of her journey. ...
"If it's Jim, he's a bad one," said the
jsilor, in low voice /; she's in irons this
morning, for tempting to break jail he
don't deserve little gal us looks like that
one, the villain. Come, child, I'll 60 and
find your father"
He took Katy's shaking hand with the
other she dashed the tears away as fast al
they fell. Enlightened her almost isto calm
ness, to see the ponderous door OF which the
jailor applied the great key and the still
ness Of the long stone passages; the DIM
ness thrown over all /; the constant success
sion OF bars and bleak black walls was ter.
rible to sensitive mind like hers. How
the heavy tread Of the jailor, and the tread
of the Warden behind him, echoed through
the gloom and the space. twas in truth a
great tomb through which they moved; q
tomb in which were coffined living hearts,
whose throb could almost be heard in the
awful stiffness. On, on they went, now
through this massive door, now through tha,
passage way. Everything spoke Of crime' Of
fierce passions shbdued and held in stern
control; everything, from the grim face oi
the ferocious watchdog, to the sentinels
armed.
Then they turned, and went up the stairs
the jsilor holding the scared bird close tc
his side with tender clasp, the Warder
following. Another tramp, and at last they
came to q stand still. The jaiior raped a
| a cell door. Slowly the figure of a mar