The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1859-03-10

D wood Remembered the little odd fgul
and clapping her hands, cried, "Ob, L,
/, something to show you, girls and dis
appeared.
Susan was picking gooseberries nea
the pantry in the kitchen.
Where is the child, Susyr asked Me-
haywood.
'On the doorstep, Miss Susan replied
picking away.
why, no, Susan, there's nobody here
nobody to be SEEM
Yes, Miss Susan placed her pal
down, held her apron up to catch th,
stems of the berries, and walked delIber
ately to the door why, she sat here
some time after supper. turned and
came in; she was sitting there, looking
at the stars. expect. Thought she wa.
mighty quiet child; but she's deep, deep
Miss Nelly! she's gone. Let me sec
there amt any silver round-I should be
afeared she'd took something, they're
mighty artful.'
why, didn't you tell her she might
stay all nigbtr Nell haywood was pee
ping here and there to spy her if possible.
Yes, Miss Nell; and told her what a
good bed there was over the woodshed
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 not relieve
her necessities. I'd have given her some.
thing 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 me!'
If she do, I will, Miss answered Su-
san, going at the gooseberries again.
Bat little Kate did not come back
She had been watching her opportunity
to get of, and bad already been gone
some time. She slept in an open field;
crawled into some hay; she would have
walked all night, If sbe had dared; but
she was afraid of the darkness.
'Mr. Warden. there is a queer case o.
yer at my house, said a bluff-looking fel-
low meeting the Warden of Sing Sing
prison. We found her last ght 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 | expect she wants to see some
body in the prison. But We can't get
anything out of her; where she came from,
or anything about it,
Bling her over here, said the Warden,
MY wife is wanting little girl for help;
maybe she's just the one.' So Katy stood
tren bling Eorc than ever. iu a few mo-
ments, in the presence of the Warden
and jailor. Katy was pretty child
Her large blue eyes wore an expression
of intense melancholy; ber hair bad been
combed aud eurled, and some one bad
put good pair of shoes on her feet.
We'll, my little girl, said the Warden,
kindly, for he was prepossessed in her fa-
Vor, where have you coue fromr
New York. said the child family.
The men looked at each other incredu.
lously.
DO you mean to say that you have
come to Sing Sing, from New York, on
foot p
Yes sir said the child, frightened at
his mauDer, which had in it something of
severity:
"And what have you come forl"
"To see my father" the child burst
forth with one great sob, and for a mo.
nent her little frame was shaken with a
empest offeeling.
"And who is your fatherl" asked the
Warden, kindly.
"He is Mr.. Loyd," said the child, as
'oou as she could speak for her rushing
'obs.
The Warden looked at the jailor.
Lloyd; there are three Loyds here,
Jim, Bondy, and Dick" said the jailor.
They may not be their proper names,'
the Warden.
That's So said the jailor, 'but can
~ 'em all. Little one, was your fathers
lame Jim p
The child nodded her head, or they
bought she did; she was all copyulsed
With the reaction brought on BY the ter
nination of her Journey.
If its jim, he's bad one,' said the
ailor in a low voice; he is in irons this
morning for tempting to break Jail; be
lon't deserve little gal as looks like
hat one the villain. Come child I'll 90
md 61d your father
He took Katy's shaking hand, with the
'ther she dashed the tears away as fast
IS they fell. 1t frightened her almost
pto calmness to see the ponderous door
It which the jailor applied the great key; |
nd the Stiffness of the long stone passa-
es; the dimness thrown over all; the
onstant succession of bare and bleak
rails was terrible to a sensitive mind like
ers. How the heavy tread of the jailor,
nd the tread of the Warden behind him,
cboed through the gloom and space. 1t
Tas 10 truth great tomb through which
hey moved; a tomb in which we're con-
med living hearts; whose throb could al
most be heard in the awful Stiffness. On,
% they went, now through this massive
DOR. now through that passage way
Everything spoke ofcrims, of fierce pas.
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