The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1860-07-25
.Whst is your name, little one'' asked

What is your name, little one3' asked
the warden.
sAenes sir, HE Ef5a
And your father's2' iaef e. s'isEs
James Warren, SIR: g
There are six prisoners Of that name,
child, replied the warden. what was his
business in New York; :,
Mother said he was q cooper, SIR
A cooperl' said the warden--yes, I
know him; and you shall see him. Sit by
this FIRE. Agnes. and warm yourself, and I
will bring him to you.' a59Ab
The warden slowly, patiently, unlocked
q door which to the child appeared ell of
iron, and calling sentinel to him. whis-
Epered . few words into his ear, and then
forgetting not to close the great door be-
hind him, re-entered the room.
How did you manage, Agnes, to get
here from the city?' s,a
'Oh, SIR said the child, i wanted to
see my father, I crept into one Of the cars
and hid myself away; and when Tgot here.
I was SO glad, SO very glad. because I was
uear--.,' bei 4sadk
. At that moment the great iron door
swung open, and Q man dressed in the
garb Of . convict stood in the entrance
way. It was but for q moment-Agnes
saw him, and springing towards him,
shrieked with joy, as she fell into his
arms-sfsisf afs ~ ssss a ssi{ ss jsSt ~
.Fatherl dear, dear fatherl, : 5..E9 b
MY child--my Agnesl' exclaimed the
man, hoarsely, as, he clasped her in his
arms, and the great tears rolled down his
pale, haggard sace. s eE7a ss7f ca as
For some moments neither could speak.
Fervently he clasped that forlorn little
one to his heart, and his breast heaved
with emotions that had for long years
been strangers to it. :,
It was q painful reunion, that little
innocent little one with the author of her
being, the inmate Of. q prisons man
deemed by society too dangerous to be left
at largel
When ct length he had recovered sufi-
ciently the mastery of himself, he exclaim-
ed, as be still pressed his child.
Bless you for this, I am not utterly
cut off from the world Ny. Agnes re-
members me--Oh, Godl Godl Am not
punished indeed to be deprived of the
daily love of her thou gave unto me when
crime had not marked me with the all
damning stain Of Cain? Dear Agnes!'
he continued, ca he folded his little one
once more to his breast, "let me look into
your eyes--ah!s they look as innocently-
as sweetly upon me as everl Be eveI
thus. Pray for thy father. Ask ht
said, solemnly, that in the courts o
Heaven, if not Of earth, my transg fession
may no longer be remembered against me-
II will will, dear father" sobbed tn
child, sand so will mother. We both pra,
for you, night and morning" ~
"Where is your mother, Agnes?" sud
denly asked the convict as he looked in
4 voluntarily around the room.d eeset
j "Mother's very sick, father, and sh
q prayed to see you, but she couldn't come
j She has worked so hard that it has mad
her sick" a. 7hl
| "Tnis too is my doingl" exclaimed th
d Iconvict. Father of Mercies, protect th
: innocent 0iSsg sgsaw sBs6
d .'Come. my mar" broke in the wardeI
] sit is time to return" .qeaagas
, "But my child--my dear Agnes, strip
II will see that she is taken care of fo
the night. In the morning you can sc
!, her again; and then will send her home
l The man looked his thanks, and ono
more taking the little Agnes in his arm
. he impressed q fervent kiss upon her innt
+ cent lips, and then quietly retired. eG
The warden took the child by the han
! and led her to the matron's room, to who
Q be told her story and requested her to, tai
charge of her until the morning
3 The good lady promised that she woul
+ be provided for; and soon she had prep'
) red supper, which to Agnes seemed lu,
8 urious indeed. She then led her to q be
b where on offering mp her simple pray,
. for her father and mother, she soon fe
into sweet sleep, although long after 81
D had become .oblivious to the trials of Ii
0 which had been thus early forced upon b.
-l--tears, Of happiness we trust. hung Iii
!, diamonds upon the fringes of her eyes
The morning came, and Agnes awol
Z with Joy, aud thankfnlness in her hear
, for soon she would, she thought embra,
Z her father again, and bid him good b,
q ere she returned TO the great city in whit
. her mother lay, praying for her child. al
i for him who had been in happier days, Il
8 idol, Of her soul. $3.50. s.. a
!, Alas, tears were once moro to gil Al
d mes eyes and her bounding, throbbing hea
|. was to receive another and . more lastiI
= pang! zsaa e9 s5 tias;'
It The warden came to her, and takiI
d her by the hand silently led her away
III When be had returned to bis Office, !
took the child upon bis knee, and said:
= Agnes. your father has gone awayl
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