The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1882-05-05

are mighty artful"
"Why, didn't you tell her she might stay
all night ?" Nell haywood was peeping
here and there to spy her if possible.
eyes Miss Nell, and told her what good
bed there was over the wood shed but she
looked strange out of them large eyes of
hers"
''The poor child is in trouble" said Nell,
quite sorrowful that she could not further re-
lieve her necessities. "Pd have given her
something to wear, and we could have sent
her to Sing Sing. Butperhaps she will come
back again-if so, will you send her to me?'
''If she do, l will, Miss" answered Susan,
going at the gooseberries again.
But little Katie did not come back. She
had been watching her opportunity to get
off, and had already been gone some time.
She slept in an open field, crawling in some
hav. She would have walked all night if she
had dared, but she was afraid of the dark
ness.
'Mr. Warden, there's a queer case over at
my house." said bluff looking fellow, meet
ing the warden of Sing-Sing prison. owe
found her last night in some out of-the-w way
place, and nothing would do but my wife
must take her in. We can't find out her
name, except that It is Kate, and I expect
that she wants to see somebody in prison.
But we can't get anything out of her-where
she's came from or anything about it"
''Bring her over here" said the warden
''my wife is wanting a little girl for help /;
maybe she's just the one.'
So Kate stood in a few moments. gtremb-
ling more than ever, in the presence of the
] ,~lo4Ar r-aI,5T
Her large blue eyes wore an expression of
intense melancholy; her hair had been nice
" combed and curled, and some one had put
a good pair of shoes on her feet.
"Well my grl,'' said the warden, kindly,
/ for he was prepossessed in her favor, "where
have you come from?"
''New York" said the child family.
| "Do you mean to say that you have come
to Sing-Sing from New York on foot ?''
eyes, SIR" said the child, frightened at
his manner, which had in it something of Sc
verify.
"And what have you come for %
s'To see my father" the child burst forth
with one great sob, and for moment her lit
tie frame was shaken with tempest of feel
/ ing
"And who is your father % asked the war
den, kindly.
"He is Mr.. Lloyd" said the child, as soon
as she could speak for her rushing sobs.
The warden looked at the jailor.
"Loyd there are three Loyds here-Jim,
BonGy and Dick, said the jailor.
''That may not be their proper names, -
responded the warden.
"That's so,'' said the jailor, ''but can try
'em all. Little one, was your fathers name
Jim ?''
The child nodded her head, or they thought
she did she was all convulsed by the reac-
tion brought on by the termination of her
/ journey.
'If it's Jim, he's a bad one," said the Jail
OF in a low voice ''he's in irons this'morning
for attempting to break JAIL he don't de-
/ serve a little gal like that, the villain. Come,
child, I'll go and find your father"
He took Katie's shaking hand; with the
other she dashed the tears away as fast as
/ they fell. 1t frightened her almost into calm
ness to see the ponderous door at which the
jaior applied the great key, and the stiffness
of long stone passages the dimness thrown
over all the constant succession of bars and
bleak black walls were terrible to a sensitive
TAILOR, and the tread of the warden behind
him, echoed through the gloom and the spacel
1t was, in truth, great tomb through which
they moved-a tomb IN which were confined
living heaTts-whose thrObs could almost be
heard in the awful stiffness, On, on they
went, now through this, rOw through that
/ passageway. Everything spoke of crime-Of
fierce passions subdued and held in stern
control-everything from the grim face of
the ferocious watchdog to the armed Senti-
mel.
Then they turned and went up the stairs,
| the jailor holding the scared bird close to his
/ side with tender clasp, the warden follow
/ ing. Another tramp, and at last they came
to standstill. The jaior raped at a cell
! door. Slowly the figure of a man, with a
! harsh, hair-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 grum accents. 'T've got no little
girl, or you wouldn't catch me here.''
! "Father," said the childish voice. 1t
! sounded so sweet, so childish, in that terrible
I prison. But as the scowling face came close
to the bars the child hid her head quickly in
J llc JdllOI , arms udlI SODOiHS IL WASH I
| him.
! "We'll try the next one.''
He walked farther on, and spoke more
! pleasantly this time.
''WeTl, Bondy, here is little Kate. don t you
want to see her ?''
| "Little Kate" there was a long pause.
II had Kate once-not little Kate
broke her heart-GOd pity mel Go on, it
can't be for me.''
Again the sweet voice rang out:
Father
The prisoner came up close to the bars a
| youthful face, framed with light wavy hair
"a face in which the blue eyes looked inno-
cent-a face that it seemed a sin to couple
/ with foul deed, eazed out 1t was child's
earnest, pleading, fearful eyes a dark ex-
/ preston rolled like wave across his brow
a groan came up from his bosom, and with a
low moan he staggered against his bed, cry
ing
"Take her away; / can't stand the sight
of anything pure like that
Katie had hidden her face second time
as she feebly cried, 1T isn't him." so they
kept on to the third cell.
"Jim, here's alittle girl-little Katie, your
daughter-wants to see you"
A stupid "what ?'' came from the bed I;
the man bad probably just awakened
''Y our little daughter
| There was a sound of rafting irons that