Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1859-04-14
Gbpitt Misteuar1p,
THE PRISONERS CHILD.
BIZ HRs. u. A. DEHKIsoN.
1t was early morning.

1t was early morning. t---- ..-r
.Is this the way to Sing Sing!'
.Ysa,' roughly replied a brown faced
couniryman. and passed on.
Ii was afternoon. The child was some.
what fragile in appearance. Her bonnet wa.
of broker straw her shoes were much torn
the sun played hotly on her tender FORE
head She walked on and on an hour longer
is this the way to Sing SiBgl'
Yes, little girli but what are you going
there for!'
The child trudged on, her lip quivsring,
but not deigning to answer the plessan,
faced old man wto had stopped the jogging
OF his horse to note her hurried manner, and
who liked that little face anxious and sad
as its expression ives.
The dew was falling. Katy had fallen,
toe, almost. A rough stone by the way, i'm.
bedded in NOSE, received her tired little
frame. She looked SO weary ard aged, sit
ting there, her tangled hair falling on the
hands that were clasped over her face! By
the shaking of her frame the tears were
coming on, and she was brsvely trying to
bold them back.
why, what is this dear child doing here?
The exclamation came from a pair Of
eager young lips.
"A curiosity, declare" exclaimed harsh.
er voice; and Katy looked up suddenly, and
covered away from the pretty young girl
and her agreeable companion.
sWhat are you doing here, little girll
asked Nell haywood, moving little nearer
to the frightened child.
sGoing to Sing Sing said Katy.
Did you ever, George! This child is
going to Sing Sing. Why it's ten miles off
Child, did you know it was SO far!'
Katy shook her head, and wiped away the
hot and heavy tears. one BY one.
why, yes, you little goose. What are you
going tG Sing Sing for! Have you had youl
support
Katy shook her head.
Have you had your dinuer!'
Again the child shook her head.
Nor breakfast Why. George, the poo,
thing must be almost starvedr
Il should think so,' mechanically replied
her brother, just recovering from a yawn
and showing signs Of sympathy.
sLook here, what's your namep
Katy
We'll, Katy, you must come up to m!
house, and get someth ing to eat. Going t.
Sing Sing on foot! Dear me, how ridiculous
Follow me, Katy, and we will take care o
you tonight somehow, and see about you
going to Sing Sing Tomorrow
Katy followed, with 9 glorious visiol
bursting upon her view-the palace house
the rocks reddening in the low Western sun
the shining river, the signs of luxury OIL
every hand.
She walked up wide avenue. Elms an
oaks threw their pleasant branches on eacl
side; here and there flower bush might b
seen; vines grew around the glittering win
dows. 2
Susan, give this child good supper;-
she is hungry and tired, too, | imagine
After that, will see what can be done fo
her. ......
Sussu wore mild face. She locke
pleasantly at the poor, tired little one, an
tdklDS ucE manu. WhtSu uS"Vicu uOW, ic
her into the kitchen.
Meanwhile her story, or that brief part @
IL which we knew, was being told in tn,
drawing room. The sylph figure in whit
leaning gracefully in the midst of delicst
cushions, accompanied her narration wit
expressive gestures. and now and then
laugh.
i should like to know what she is goin
to Sing Sing for she said, leaning languit
ly back. We must get her up somethin
to wear; q bonnet, pair of shoes, and the
may be we can manage to have her carrie'
if her mission is Of any importance. Oh
such an odd looking little thing!' 20.
Who is that, my child!'
'Oh, paps! you are come home. Why
was talking about mite of . child; oh
can't be more than ten. if that. I saw ts
out here sitting on moss rock-the mo,
foriDrn object! She ssys she is going I
Sing Sing
Il met her on my way said the plsssar
faced old man; 'she asked me about it, an
Iwould have stopped her, bat she lrudge