Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-05-11


saw her out here sitting on moss rock,
the most forlorn object. She saws she
is going to Sing Sing
= met her on nv way" said the
pleasant-faced old man, IS she asked me
about 1t and / would have stopped her,
but she trudged on. Where is she? 1t
was noon when / saw her,
In the kitchen, papa. Susan is
taxing good care of her, I think, and
when she has had hearty supper we
viii talk with her,
A gay trio of young girls came in.
Ihe MEETINGS were put up, the gas was
burning brightly, and music and mirth
panished All thoughts of care. Suddenly
NeH haywood remembered the odd
little figure, and clapping her hands,
crled, ~, I've something to show you,
glris!" and disappeared.
susan was picking gooseberries near
the pantry in the kitchen.
Where is the child, Susie," asked
Nell haywood.
"On the doorstep, Miss"
be SEEM
No! Miss" Susan placed her pan
down, held her apron up to catch ike
stems OF the berries and walked DELHI
erately to the door.
cWhy, she sat there sometime after
supper. 1 turned and came in; she was
sitting there, looking up, up at the stars,
expect. I thought she was a mighty
quiet child, but she's deep, deep, Miss
NeHy; she's gone. Let me see, there
ain't any silver around-I should be
afeared she'd took something; they're
mighty artful''0 9
Why, didn't you tell her she might
stay all night?'' Nell Maywood was
peeping here and there, to spy her if
possible. & 80 *
Yes, Miss Nell, and told her what a
good bed there was over the woodshed;
but she booked strange out of them large
eyes of hers.''
The poor child is in trouble" said
Nell, quite serrowful that she could not
further relieve her necessities. ssI'd
have given her something to wear, and
we could have sent her to Sing Sing;
and perhaps she will come back again
IT so, will you send her to me?''
't If she do 1 viii, miss answered
Susan, going at the gooseberries again.
But little Kate 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;
crawled in some hay; she would have
walked all night If she had dared, but
she was afraid of the darkness.
"Mr. Warden, there's a queer case
over at my house, said a bluff-Iooking
Sing prison. 1--WE found her last night
in some out-of-the-way place, and moth
ing would do but my wife must take her
in. We can't find out her name, except
that it is Kate, and 1 expect that she
wants to see somebody in prison. But
we can't get anything out of her
where she's come from or anything
about it,"
e" Bring her over here,'' said the War
den-'1my wife is wanting a little girl
for help; may be she's just the one"
So Kate stood, trembling more than
ever, in a few moments, in the presence
of the Warden and jailer. Kate was a
pretty child. Her large blue eyes wore
an expression of intense melancholy;
her hair had been nicely combed and
curled, and some one had put good
pair of shoes on her feet.
Well, my little GIRL" said the War
in her favor-''where have you come
from?"
New York." said the child, family.
The men looked at each other incred-
ulously.
"Do You mean to say that you have
come to Sing Sing from New York on
foot?''
"Yes, SIR" said the child, frightened
L.
thing of severity.
"And what have you come for?''
i" To see my father" The child burst
forth with one great sob, and for a mo-
ment her little frame was shaken with
tempest of feeling.
"And who is your father?' asked the
warden, kindly.
IS He is Mr.. Lloyd" said the child, as
soon as she could speak for her rushing
sobs.
The warden looked at the jailer.
IS LLOYD; there are three Loyds here
Jim, Bondy and Dick said the
jailer.
aThat may not be their proper
Names" responded the warden.
"That's so," said the jailer, "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
with the reaction brought on by the ter
mination of her journey
aft it's Jim, he's bad one," said
the Taller, in low voice; she's in irons
this morning for tempting to break
Jail; he don't deserve little gal like
that one, the villain. Come child, III
90 and find your father"
He took Katie's shaking hand; with
the other she dashed the tears away as
fast as they fell. II frightened her al
most into calmness to see the ponderous
door at which the jailer 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 mind like hers. How the heavy
tread of the jailer, and the tread of the
warden behind him, echoed through the
gloom and the space! 1t was, in truth,
q great tomb through which they moved
"a tomb in which were confined living