Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1863-08-07

tailor, and the tread Of Mr.. Warden be-
hind him echoed through the gloom and
space! 1t was, in truth, great tomb
through which they moved--a tomb in
which were confined human hearts,
whose throbs could be heard in the aw-
fol stiffness. On they went, now through
this massive door, now through that
passage-way. Everything spoke of
crime, of fierce passion subdAed and held
in stern control.
Then they turned and went up stairs,
the TAILOR holding the sacred hand close
To- his side with tender clasp, Mr.. War
den following. Another tramp, and at
last they came to stand still. The jail
or raped at cell door. Slowly the fig
ure of man with harsh, half-covered
face appeared.
Here's your little girl come to see
you, said the jailor.
Little girl hem you're green, said
the man, in gruff accents. I've got no
little girl, or you wouldn't catch me
here
'Fatherl said the childish voice. 1t
sounded so sweet, SO childish, in that ter
rible prison. But as the scowlIng face
came closer to the bars the child hid her
head quickly in the jailor's arm, half sob
bling; it wasn't him.
'We'll try the next one He walked
farther on, and spoke more pleasantly
this time.
well, Bondy, here is little Katy, don't
you want to see her?'
Little Katy --, there was long
pause. Il had Katy once--not little
Katy broke her heart-God pity me!
GO on, il can't be for me.
Again the sweet voice rang out 'Fa-
Their 7 The prisoner came up close TO
the bars; youthful face, framed with
light wavy hair--a face in which the blue
eyes looked innocent--a face that it SEEM
ed sin to couple with the foul deed
gazed out. 1t saw the child's earnest,
pleading, fearful eyes. A dark express
sion rolled like a wave across his brow /;
groan came up from his bosom, and,
with a low moan, he staggered against his
bed, crying, Take her away can't
stand the sigh; of anything pure like
that I
Katy had hidden her face a second time,
as she feebly cried, 1T isn't him ! SO they
kept on to the third cell.
Jim, here's little girl-little Katy,
your daughter--want's to see you
A stupid What ? came from the bed;
the man probably just awakening.
Your little daughterP
There was sound of rafting irons
that made the child shiver. Dimly APP
peared the face and outlines of a well
made man, the countenance handsome,
but evil. He seemed not to comprehend;
but as fast as his chains would permit
him, he came forward and looked out at
the anxious face below. II was almost
too much for the child. With loud,
convulsive cry, she exclaimed, Father +!
father 7 and fell nearly senseless against
the jailor.
'Katyr exclaimed the man, and there
was nervous twitching about the mus
cles of the mouth. What in Heavens
name has brought you here 2
The jailor was calling the child to con-
seriousness.
Shall we let her come in the cell !? ask
ed Mr.. Warden.
Jim was dashing his hand across his
face. A smothered yes issued from his
lips. They opened the ponderous door,
and put the child within. Her arms
were outstretched, his were wide open,
and they came together, with clanking
sound, about the form of that poor little
child.
oh, fatherp
oh, Katy! KatyP
And then there was quiet crying
By and by, the man lifted the little head
whose glossy curls were falling on his
sboulders--and oh what sharp rattle
of the chains smote on the ear--and
looked in her face. After moments
irresolution he kissed her, and then his
head fell under her earnest loving look.
katy, what made you conner
Il wanted to see you, fathers 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 come, Katy?
Il walked here
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