The weekly Ottumwa courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1857-1872, 1858-12-23
TIE Prisoners Child.
nY MRS. MARY \. rENrsoN.

J. wa early morning.
ais this the way to Sirg ii ~?
.Yss,, roughly rep,e btown.faced conn
try,n. n, ard passed on.
II was afternoon The child was some
what fragile IN her appearance. Tier bonnc'
VIA, OF broken s.raw; hei shoes were mach
torn the sun played hotiv on ber tender fore
head. She walked on and on an hour longer.
lis this the way TO Sing Sag? Z"
Yes, little g.rl hu, wha, are yoa g"i's
there fr2'
The child sn'gel on, her lip qnivering. but
not ,lei. ring 10 answer the ilensa'i' faced old
snah who had soppe! 'h- ioggni; OF his horse
Io tote her hnrri,d i manner, and who liked that
little face, anxious and sad as lis expression
was
The dew was fallin. Katy had fallen too.
almost. A rough stone by the way, Embedded
!. in moss, received her tired little frame. She
looked so wierd and aged, sitting there, her
tangled hair falling OH .e hands that were
eia-ped over her face! BY the shaking of her
frame, the tears were coming too: and she was
bravely trying to hnld them back.
'"Whyl what is this dear little doing here -
The exclamation came FROM pair of eager
young lips.
"a curiosity I declareH' exclaimed a
harshsr voice, and Katy, looking up suddenly,
covered away from the sight Of the pretty
young girl, and her agreeable looking compan-
Ion. s. e ft }lp
sWhat are you doing here, little girl?'
~, a ltff1o naa rar
towards the frightened child.
"Going to Sing Sing" said Katy. in scared
way.
s.Did you ever, George this child is going
to Sing Sings why, i,'s ten miles oil. Child,
did you know it was so far OFF,"
Katy shook her head, and wiped away the
! hot and heavy tears one by one.
8 ~Why, yes, yoa poor little goose. What
are you going to Sing Sing for. Have you
= Mad your supper?"~
<Katy shook her head.
a"Have you had any dinner?''
Again the sad child shook her head.
s1.Naor breakfast? Why, George, the poor
little thing must b almost starvedw
81 should think so,'' mechanically replied
her brother, just recovering from yawn, aud
pRowing signs OF sympathy.
"Look here; what's your name? Well,
4 Katy. you must come up to the house, and get
something to eat. Going to Sing Sing on foot |;
dear me, how ridiculous! follow me, Katy,
and we'll take care Of you tonight, somehow,
and gre about you going to Sing Sing to-mor-
row."
Katy followed. What glorious vision
burst upon her view The palace house the
rocks reddenlng In the low, western sun: the
shining river the slgns OF luxury on every
hand.
They walked up wide avenue. Elms and
oaks threw their pleasant branches on each
side here and there flower bush might be
seen vines grew around the noble pillars.
twistiog up, up to the glittering windows.
ssSusan. give this poor child good supper |;
she Il hungry, and tired, too, imagine. AZ
ter that, Twill see what can be done for her."
Susan wore mild face. She looked pleas
aAtly down at the poor, tired little one, and
taking her hand, which trembled now, led her
il&e the kitchen.
suMeanwhile, her story, or that brief part Of
II which we know, was being told in the draw
ins-sosn. The sylph figure in white, loung-
Ink gracefully In the midst OF delicate cush-
ious, aecenpanisd her narration with ex-
psi1eiys Esslarss, snd now and then little
laugh.