The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1877-02-20

clad and without word TO a living soul
she started for the far off North land.--
Father was somewhere and she must
find him. On, on she plodded like
ship without q compass. That day she
walked as faras her weary feet and heavy
heart could carry her and when the stars
peeped forth and the pale moon looked
down, she still continued her tiresome
walk. Subsistence was unthought of
until far in the night and even then,
food she had none. She was not an
angel and yet she was doing this for her
imprisoned parent. With terrible en-
ergy she pursued her weary way At
length tired nature could endure no
more. Falling on the ground she slept
while the stars kept their ceaseless vigil.
The next day she resumed her walk
BY begging from the people she obtain
ed scanty meal now and then. Day
after day she struggled on until, footsore
and feverish, she found that Providence
had guided her Alright, and that the next
day would bring her to the town of
Pennington. Her thin shoes had al
ready worn out and now she was COM
PEELED to enter P bare footed.
Thus, bare footed and in rags, poor
Lucille was still beautiful. Her black
eye took on more brilliant lustre by
reason of her great sufferings. The un-
combed tresses took on a more wavy APP
pearance by reason of neglect to arrange
them. Her bare ankles had been bronz-
ed by the sun. Her fair complexion had
assumed deeper hue by reason of ex-
posure during that terrible walk. But
all this mattered not now for that day
she should she her father. Enclosed as.
he was he was still dear to Lucille. Her
untainted heart knew but one man in
the world and that man was Billy Ag-
new. Trembling in every nerve she en-
| tered the town where he was confined.
Like frightened bird she fluttered
about the cage long time before she
dared to approach the door.
Having entered the town through the
alleys she inquired for the prison. AS
she gazed on the doleful looking struc-
ture her heart sank within her and she
thought of her pleasant home at M.
| Those great walls of stone and those
| iron doors struck terror to her SOUL
| Family, under one of the rear windows,
she ventured to utter a single word
" Father ~ She heard the clanking of
chains but no response came from those
grid-ironed windows. Again she cried,
this time a little louder-' Father"
Still no response. This suspense was
hard on the inexperienced wanderer.
Father' for the third time she ex-
claimed and still naught but the clank-
ing of the prison chains. There she
stood alone. The big world was around
her, but Lucille was alone. Where was
its boasted charity now? Many poodle
had better homeand more friends than
Lucille.
The walls echoed back the cry of
father, but the world heard it not. She
was literally prisoner ON the outside
of the Jail. When her cries failed, she
ventured little closer to the great door,
She was not an angel, and as q mere
mortal she had to force her way on her
errand of love. Gently knocking, there
was no response. Still little louder,
and finally, so hard that her knuckles
ached, and then she heard footsteps
within. The next moment the heavy
door creaked on its hinges and Lucille
Agnew stood face to face with the jailor.
With tears pouring down from her eyes
she asked, "Is father in ?"
Who's father?" muttered the an
noyed jailor.
"Why, my father, sir" she replied.
"Well, who are you ?" said he in
anger.
81 am fathers Lucille, sir.''
What is your namep" he asked,
softening little at her child-like sim
plicity.
my name, sir, is Lucille Agnew, 1
came all the way from M to see
father ?" Are you the daughter of
William Agnew ?" he asked. 81 am, I"
she answered. "Well," said he, 'I am
sorry for you, my poor girl, but your
father is not here. He was tried in the
early part of the week, convicted of the
crime of attempted robbery, and is now
over hundred miles from here, in the
Eastern Penitentiary at Philadelphia. L
am sorry for you my poor child. Your
father very much looked for you and con-
stantly talked about you"
There was loud piercing shrek sent
ringing through that old Jail that re-
verberated from corridor to corridor and
from cellar to dome. There was q
heavy fall and Lucille Agnew-the beau
tiful-the affectiOnate Lucille-lay in