Belmont chronicle. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1855-1973, 1859-04-14
NEW SERIES, VOL. 3, NO l6.l

on. where isishel II was noon when
tsaw her,
I'm the kitchen, papa. Susan is takin
: good care OF her, I expect, and whom she ha
had hearty supper we will talk with her
A gay trio of young girls came in. Tn
nettings were pot up; the gas burned bright
Ily, and music and mirth banishe6 all though
J and care. Suddenly Nell haywood remem
: bered the odd little figure, and clapping he
hands, cried, 'Oh, I've something to sho'
tyou, girls and.disappeared.
Susan was picking goosberries near tn
pantry in the kitchen.
| Where is the child, Susy2' asked Nell
'On the door step, Miss Susan replied
ipicking away.
why no, Susan; there's nobody here;-
nobody to be seen.'
yes, Miss Susan put her pan down.
held her apron up to catch the stems of th'
berries, and walked to the door.
sWhy she sat here some time after sup
per-she was looking up At the stars, I ex
pect. Thought she was mighty quieI
child; but she's deep, deep. Miss Nelay,-
she's gone. Let me see-there ain't any
silver round-I should be afeard she'd tool
something; they're mighty artful.'
why, didn't you tell her she might sta,
all night,' Nell haywood was peeping here
and there, to spy her if possible.
yes, Mise Nell; and told her what goot
bed there vas over the wood shed; but she
looked strange out of those large eyes ol
hers, and never seemed to hear.'
The poor child is in trouble said Nell.
quite sorrowful that she could not further
relieve her necessities. I'D have given heI
something to wear, and we could have sent
her to Sing Sing; but perhaps she will come
back again; if SO, will you send her to mel.
'Ifshe does, will, Miss answered Susan
going to the gooseberries again.
But little Kate did not come back. She
had been watching her opportunity to get
off and had already been gone some time.
She slept in an open field: erawled into some
hay; she would have walked all night if she
had dared, but she was afraid of the dark
ness.
sMr. Warden, there's queer case over at
my house, said bluff looking fellow, meet
ing the Warden of Sing Sing prison. we
found her last night in some out Of the way
place, and nothing would do but wife must
take her IN. We can't find out ner name,
except that it is Katy, and / expect she
wants to see somebody in the prison. But
we can't get anything out of her; where she
came from, or anything about her.
Bring her over here.' said the Warden;
my wife is wanting little girl for help;-
may be she's just the one.'
So Katy stood trembling more than ever !.
in Q few moments, in the presence of the
Warden and jailor. Katy was pretty child.
Her large blue eyes wore an expression of
intense melancholy; her hair hsd been nice
ly combed and eurled, and some one had put
a nice pair OF shoes on her feet.
We'll, my little GIRL said the Warden,
kindly, for he was prepossessed in her favor,
'where have you come from!'
New York. said the child faintly.
The men looked at each other incredu-
lously.
DO you mean to say that you came to
Sing Sing, from New York, on foot!'
Yes sir said the child. frightened at his
manner, which had in it something of seve-
rity.
And what have you come for!'
ITO see my father the child burst forth
with one great sob, and for moment her
little frame was shaken by 4 tempest OF
feeling.
sAnd who is your :athsrr ashed the var
den, kindly.
He is Mr.. Loyd.' said the child, as soon
as she could speak for her rushing sobs.
The Warden looked at the jaiIor. ID.
'Loydl There are three Loyds here: jim,
Bopdy and Dick said the TAILOR.
They may not be their proper names,'
responded the Walden.
That's so.' said the jailor, but can try
'em all. Little one, was your fathers name
Jim!'
She nodded her head or they thought she
did, and was all coHvulsed with the reaction
brought on by the termination of her jour-
ney.
IF its Jim, he's bad one.' said the jailor.
in low voice; she's in irons this morning,
for tempting to break Jail He don't deserve
little gal as looks like that one within
Come, child. I'll 60 find your father
He took Katy's shaking hand; with the
other she dashed away the tears as fast as
they fell. 1t frightened her almost into
ca lmness, to see the ponderous door at
which the jailor applied the great key; and
the stiffness of the long stone passages, the
dimness thrown over ell, the constant sue
cession of bars and bleak black walls was
terrible to a sensitive mind like hers. How
the heavy tread ef the jailor and the tread
of the Warden behind him, echoed through
the gloon and space. 1t was in truth, a
great tomb in which was confined living
hearts, whose throbs could all be heard in the
awful stiffness. On, on they went, now
through this massive door, now through the
passage way. Everything spoke of crime,
OF fierce passions subdued and held in stern
control; everything from the grim face of
the ferocious watch dog to the armed sen.
tinels.
They then turned, and went up stairs, the
iailor holding the sacred bird close to his
side with tender clasp, the Warden fol-
lowing. Another tramp. and, at last, they
came to stand still. The jailor raped at
cell door. Slowly the figure oe man with
a harsh, hair covered face appeared.
Here's your little girl come to see you,
said the jailor.
Little girl-ahem! you're green said the