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

of the mouth: "Whatever has brought her
here %
The iailor was calling the child to con-
sciousness.
''Sball we let her come in the cell?'' asked
the 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 wide open, and they came together with
clanking sound-together about the form
of that poor little child
"Oh, father?'
''Oh, Katie, Katier' and then there was
quiet crying. By-and-by the man lifted the
little head, whose glossy curls were falling
on his shoulder-and oh what sharp rat
tie of chains smote on the ear-and looked
in her face. After moments irresolution
he kissed her, and then his eyes fell under
her earnest, loving look.
''Katie, what made you come 90
Wanted to see you, father" and the head
was on his shoulder again.
"And how did you come, Katie? Never
mind the noise, they are locking up; they
will be here again and let you out. How did
you come Katie %
81 walked here.''
''FrOm New York, child?''
There was no sound, save that of the
chains, as he strained her closer to his
bosom.
'And how did you leave-her, Katie
your mOther?"
The question was fearfully asked, but
not responded to. He gazed eagerly in the
child's face; her little lip was quivering.
"eEatie, tell me quick 70
"She died, father %
/ A groan-a terrible groan-foIlowed; the
mans head fell in the lap of his child, and
I he wept with strong cries. The jaiIor and
the warden said they never saw a sight so
woeful And the child tried TO comfort him,
/ till his strength seemed to be gone and his
/ sObs were like gasps.
"Oh, Katie, when did she die Oh, my
poor May my poor girl l''
ever so long ago, I think; ever so many
weeks" replied the chid''but she told me to
! come and see you, and comfort you"
! ''Oh, this is hard very hard she always
/ forgave me-
''She told me to pray for you, too; she told
me to ask you would you be real good after
you came out, and meet her in Heaven"
'Tn Heaven in Heaven ?" groaned the
man, giving way in his agony. The child
/ was angel-guided. Her soft touch was bet
ter for his souPs good than the stripes and
the chains He had been hardened; her lit
tie love melted down the adamant; had
found the good locked up in his nature, and
I ,,~rI,
. prison door. Long he sat there, his head in
the lap of his beautiful, quiet child. None
dared disturb him jailor and warden walk
ed to and fro.
Father. when you come out, I'll take
care of you"
He lifted his head his eyes, red will
weeping, were fastened on her face.
fMother said might"
Goods blessing on you, my precious child
you may save your miserable fatherP'
81 will, father
The warden cleared his throat the iailol
spoke roughly to one of the prisoners
was to hide his emotion. 'YOu had better
come now" he added, going to the cell
'.Katie. you must go viii you come again
my child ?"
Cant l stay, father7"
''No, dear but you shall come and see me
again"
They took her gently from the dark cell
she sobbed very quietly. In the warden's
room stood a pleasant-faced old man.
81 have come after the little GIRL he said.
"She must &c home with me. III take good
care of her; I've heard her story, and when
her father comes out, if he's mind to be
have himself, III give him plenty to do
Besides that, IN bring her up once a weel
to see him. What say, little one, will yoJ
60 with me?" And good old Mr. haywood
stroked her hair as he said, pityingly, 'Poo
child poor child -
Ten miles from Sing Sing prison there j:
now little cottage occupied by an industTi
Gus man and his daughter. Little Katie il
fulfilling the commands Of her dying mother
She is taking care of him as well as of her
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