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

man with harsh, hair covered face al
peared.
Here's your little girl come to Sc
you.' said the jailor.
Little girl! heml you're greeD," sal
the man. in grum accents; I've got n
little girl, or you wouldn't catch me here
Father said the childish voice. l
sounded so sweet, so childish, in that ter
rible prison. But as the scowling fac
came closer to the bars, the child hid hel
head quickly in the jailor's arms, hal
sobbing it wasn't him.
Wen try the next one.' He walked
further on, and spoke more pleasant,
this time. well, Bondy, here is little
Katy; don't you want to see herr
Little Katy there was long pause
4 had Katy once-not little Katy
broke her heart-God pity me. Go on
it can't be for me.
Again the sweet voice rang out. Faith
er.' The prisoner came up to the bars
a youthful face framed with light wavy
hair !; face in which tho blue eyes look
ed innocent; face that it seemed sir
to couple with foul deed. gazed out. ]
saw the child's earnest, pleading, fearful
eyes; dark expression rolled like wave
across his brow; groan came up from
his bosom, and with low moan he stag
gered against his bed, crying, Take her
away; can't stand the sight of any
thing like that
Katy had hidden her face a second
time, as she feebly cried. 1t is isn't him.
SO they kept on to the third cell.
Jim, here's little girl, little Katy,
your daughter wants to see YOU
"a stupid what! came from the bed !;
the man probably just awakened.
Your little daughter!'
There was sound of rattling irons
that made the child shiver. Dimly ap.
peared the face aad outlines of we'll
made man-the countenance handsome,
but evil. He seemed not to comprehend.
But as fast as his chains would permit
him, be came forward and looked out at
the anxious face below. 1t was almost
too much for the child. With loud con-
vulsive cry, she exclaimed-'Fatber.-
FatherP and fell nearl y senseless against
the jailor.
'Katy!' exclaimed the man, and there
was a nervous twitching about the mus
cles of the mouth. What in Heavens
name has brought you here.
The jailor was calling the child to con-
sciousness.
'Sbal we let her come in the cell!' ask
ed the Warden.
jim was dashing his hands across bis
face. A smothered yes issued from his
lips. They opened the pooderous door,
and put her within. Her arms were out
stretched; bis were wide open, and they
came together with clanking sound; to-
getber about the form of that poor little
child.
'Ob, Father!' 'Oh, Katy, Katyl' and
then there was quiet crying. By and
by the man lifted the little head whose
glossy curls were falling on his should
era, and OBJ! what q sharp rattle of the
chains smotc on the ear, and looked in
her face. After a momen's irresolution
be kissed her, and then his head fell un.
der her earnest, loving look.
Katy, what made you comet
L wanted to see you, Father and the
head was on his shoulder again.
How did you come. Katy; never
mind the noise, they are locking up; they
will be here again and let you out, how
did you como Katyl
4 walked here
From New York, childl'
Yes, FatherP
There was no sound save that of the
chains as be strained her to his bosom.
'And how did you leave-her-Katy
your motherl'
The question was fcarfully asked but
not responded to. He gazed eagerly in
he child's face; her little lip was CULVER
ng.
katy, tell me quickp
She died, Father'
A groan, terrible groan followed; the
,onvict's head fell in the lap of his child
ind he wept with strong cries. The
ailor and the Warden said that they
never saw a sight SO woful. And the
;hild tried to comfort him, till his strength
eemed to be gone, and his sobs were like
,asps.
'Oh, Katy, when did she diel Oh
ny poor Mayl my poor girlF
Ever SO long ago, | guess, ever SO
many weeks replied the child; but she
old me to come and see you, and
comfort you
20 God! this is hard; she always for
ave me-
She told me to pray for you, too ; she
old me to ask you if you would be real
ood after you come out, and meet her
o Heaven"
I'm Heaven! in Heaven!' groaned the
nan giving way again to his agony, The
hiId was angel guided. Her soft touch
Fas better for his souls good, than the
tripes and the. chains. He bad been
ardened; her little love had melted
own the adamant had found the lock-
up good of his natuIe and she bad
ent her sweet smiles through bis prison
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