The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-08-19

Inc mdn SCruck me Win his huge,
broad palm-perhaps I deserved it, per-
haps I didn't-and was knocked sense
less to the floor. When 1 opened my eyes
Lucy was standing over me with the little
blue hood I had made her tie under the
chin, and thin, tattered shawl over her
shoulders.
"Don't mind, Margle, DEAR whispered
the child, 'Tll make haste, and try to be
back before dark. Perhaps I'll get a
ride she said, with wan smile.
'''Ah! but the drifts, Lucy-you never
can get through the drifts, they are dread
full down there in the hollow. But mind,
if you get cold and sleepy, don't sit down,
but keep walking on, until come
elf you was only going said Lucy,
wlstfully.
"tMake haste, the sun is setting, and
you will lose the road. If you get into
the fields you will be lost and frozen to
death o5 a,ee
81 went with her to the door; and
holding her thin cheeks between my
hands, kissed them over and over again.
Then she burst away from me, and went
leaping through the snow like fawn.
!" Remember, Lucy I shouted after
her, if you get lost, keep walking. I'll
come and find you when they get to Sleep
"There was light laugh, and then the
blue hood disappeared under the snow.
1t was only an instant she was up again,
and finging kisses at me, when hand
was laid heavily on my shoulders, and I
was in the grasp of the keeper.
zone glance at the leather thongs in
his hand was enough. Older persons
than I had writhed under their torture,
and their hideous shrieks had we'll nigh
drove me frantic Now may time had
come '1ug III ee
Here Margie stopped, and glared into
my face with CHASTITY ixedness, frightful
to see. She was living the awful scene
over again and no wonder her lips were
mute. f1Hd sG ~
Didn't you struggle. sMargie? Didn't
you cry out?"
ct suppose so, l can't remember, it was
so terrible. But through it all | was con-
scious of one comfort-my sister was not
there to see it.
"When it was over, miss, l was sight
to see. I had grappled with all the fierce
ness of which I was capable, and he had
beaten me off as he was best able. My
hands were mass of bruises, and I felt
the blood trickling down into my shoes
for didn't wear stockings, miss, even in
winter 19
The, beating over, the keeper went
out, and turned the key, leaving me a
prisoner in the little room which was
used to confne the refractory and insane.
ct was only too familiar with the mans
work of punishment, and understood by
the turning key that was to remain a
night, or week, as the monster saw fit,
without expecting food or relief.
"Maddened with pain, and frantic with
despair, thinking more of Lucy than N.Y.
self, [ threw myself against the door, and
demanded to be let out. ] beat the pan
els until my little strength wasexhausted
and then, either from faintness or exhaus-
ton, became unconscious.
@It was night when I became conscious
again. The storm had abated, and the
stars shone bright and clear through the
solitary window of the closet. Every
thing was as still as DEATH My limbs
were stiff, and benumbed with cold
chad Lucy returned? 81, That was my
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my prison? That was the second.
eff Lucy had not returned, surely, saw
age as the keeperswas, he would have pity
and go in search of her, and there would
be some movement to Indicate her alb
sence. Reasoning in this way I tried to
soothe my fears in regard to the poor
child, and forget my, own smart and pain
in thinking how | could escape from the
wretched place.
"The cocks crew, and knew it was past
midnight, and bark. somebody was at
the door, for I SAW light through the
.a'Lucy, Lucy I whispered, with my
lips to the lock. Deary me-! it was only
the crazy old woman going3 her,rounds.
Cd" Did you hear the cock crow r asked
ma indeed I did. Open the door a II.
The hens ha7ellaid golden egg #
Isopenathe door will you go and find it,
and bring it to me before the old man
gets it p .6
MY heart 'leaped. Perhaps L could Is
cape through this crazy creatures foolish
ia ncy.. fs.et. is n
"'First, tell me, mistress, has my sister
Lucy got back? And did she get the lin
mention old Snikes I? ode Is
fo" Now that think of il, it is that mis-
cradle wench that has run away with all
the golden egg; and that is why she
hash got back gfowled the woman.
1sAreiyou sure5 mistress dear? IF you
would only. so to her room and look, and
see if she is there. Perhaps you will find
the golden egg under her pillow
saThe poor, crazy creature, chuckling at
the idea, CROPPED her way from the door,
with the tallow candle Pickering at every
step, but presently. retired to say the
child was NOT there. riinl. had shh1 been in