Randolph County journal. [volume] (Winchester, Randolph County, Ind.) 1855-1862, 1859-08-04

ticipstions. Ten years passed. and
they met as prisoner and chaplainl
by the grace Of God | am what !
am" was Mr.. Mann's mental excla-
nation. as he met and recognized his
early friend.
Winfield was hasty and impulsive.
but good hearted. intelligent and hand
some. evil associates and q comforta-
bic fortune proved his ruin.
That morning Mr. Mann had visited
Winheld's cell for he was just recov-
erirg from an attempt to end his life.
That afternoon he was again put to
work. Mr.. Mann sought the carpet
factory. the department in which Mr.
Winfield labored.
"How does ne appear" said Mr..
Mann. advancing to the keepers
stand.
"Well." said the smooth person
age. relieving his face Of its quid-en-
cumberance. "he wants Q tol'able stiff
hand-but then. there's more man
than animal about him. and the mans
the part to touch. some you see'll
bend like young hickory and some'll
break frst--it wants q pretty good
judge of human natur' to deal with
EN-" and the self.satisfed air OF the
speaker ignored all acquaintance with
bad management on his part.
His mind is in q very critical state
just now: be careful and do not irri-
tate him." said Mr.. Mann by way of
final.
The signal for closing sounded.
The prisoners defled in at the low
er stone door. Winfield reached hes
itatingly for bis ratio Of mush and mo-
lasscs; he had eaten nothing since
morning. but hunger was only drop
in his cup Of misery. That day. in
bitterness and blindness. the prisoner
had cursed his God. That day the
spirit within had chafed and fretted
like frenzied demon.
Winfield paid no heed to the knock
at his door. The slide was moved
"Mr. Winfield, we want to come in
there's little fellow out here has
claim upon you" He started: ga
claim to make you more miserable"
said voice in his heart.
They turned the key. and the door
swung heavily in. Pale and haggard
sat the prisoner on his cot-His even
ing meal untasted. He looked up
wildly.
"Charleyl"
Father. father. IS it you?"
The chaplain and his attendant
drew back. The passionate hold Of
the parent relaxed, some words were
spoken. Charley forgot the cell and
striped apparel-his blue eyes lit up
with joy-he had found his father!
Finally the husband found voice to
say, How is your mother. Charley?
does she ever say anything about me"
he whispered. clasping the child closer
to his bosom.
30, she cries so much" said Char
ley: "and she prays every night for
you've all do. too. though little
Fannie, she can't pray much-all that
she can say is. God please let my
papa come home;" and for moment.
Charley seemed to plume himself with
superior attainments. 1--WE 60 to
meeting every Sabbath since mothers
Joined the church and 60 to Sabbath
school," continued Charley.
For some minutes Mr.. Winfield did
not speak.
"Who came with you Charley?"-
was the question mechanically put.
Il came all alone-this morning.
Uncle James took mother over to his
house, to stay till tomorrow night.
and was going to grandpa's-they
didn't expect me. so / thought I'd
come out here-I wanted to see you
so bad. father" and Charley laid
back his head on the thin shoulder,
and stroked the pale cheeks fondly.
"You have to wear this coat Sun
day." asked Charley, twirling his 6n-
ger in the button-hole. Mother has
made me one out Of your green-one-
it has pretty buttons on. too-Fannie's
got . new red dress and cape. and
little white bonnet she wears, and she
will carry mas hymn-book and hold
it open when they sing. How much
longer before you can come home,
father?" asked the child. timidly. with
sigh.
"Home!" the word thrilled him; it
vibratsd strangely and sweetly; its
memories were like apples Of gold.
Where will you sleep tonight.
my little SOM" said the parent, tri-
umphing over the prisoner.