Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-09

Sing prison. eve found her last night
IL some out-of-the way place, and noth-
ing would do but my wife must take her
ID. 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. -
Bring her over here, ;" said the war
den-"my wife is wanting little girl
FOR help; maybe she's just the one.
So Kate stood, trembling more than
ever, IN few moments, in the presence
OF the warden and jailer. Kate was
pretty child. Her 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
den, kindly-for he was prepossessed in
her favor" where have YOU come
from? ?"
New York." said the child family.
The men looked at each other incrcd-
u;ously.
"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 some
thing Of severity.
And what have you come for?"
'To see my father" The child burst
forth with one great sob, and for a mo-
meat her little frame was shaken with
tempest Of feeling.
And who is your father?" asked the
warden kindly.
He is Mr.. Lloyd" said the child, as
soon as she could speak FOR her rushing
sSbs.
The warden looked at the ia:ler.
Lloyd; there are three Loycis here
jim, Bondy and Dick, !" said the taller.
THAT may not be their proper
names" responded the warden.
That's So said the jailer, ''but I
can try 'em all. Little one, was your
ta;!,er's name Jim?"
The child nodded her head, or they
thought she did; she was all convnlsed
with the reaction brought on by the sud
de-. termination CT her Journey.
. Ii it's Jim he's bad one" said the
jailer III Il low voice hes in irons this
morning for tempting to break jail: he
don't deserve a little girl like that one.
the villain. Come, child, I'll go and
find your father"
He took Hates shaking hand; with
the other she dashed the tears away as
fast as they fell. It frightened her al
most into calmness TO see the ponderous
door at which the iailer applied the key,
and the stiffness of the stone passages
the dimness thrown over all |; the con-
slant 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! It was, in truth, a great
tomb through which they moved-a
tomb in which were confined living
hearts-whose throbs could almost be
heard in the awful stiffness. On, On
they went, now through that passage
way and then through the other. Every
thing spoke of crime-of fierce passions
subdred and held in stern control
everything from the grim face of the fe-
rocious watchdog to the sentinel armed.
Then they turned and went up the
stairs, the jailer holding the scared bird
close to his side with tender clasp, the
, warden following. Another tramp, aud
at last they came to q standstiil. The
jaiier raped at the cell door. Slowly
the figure of man, with a harsh. hair
covered face, appeared.
"Here's your little girl come to ses
you," said the jailer.
Little girl hem you're green, said
the man, in glum accents. GIVE got
10 little girl, OF you wouldn't catch me
here"
Gather" said the childish voice. 1t
sounded so sweet, SO childish, in that
| terrible prison. But, as the scowling
face came close to the bars, the child hid
ner face quickly in the jailer's arm, half
sobbing. it wasn't him.
"We'n try the next one"
He walked farther on, and spoke moro
pleasantly this time:
"Well, Bondy, here is little Kate
don't you want to see her?"
"Little Katie there was long
pause. chad a Kate once-not a little
Katie; I broke her heart-God pity me!
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 innocent face that it
/ seemed sin to couple with foul deed,
gazed out. It was a child's earnest,
pleading, fearful eyes; dark express
sion rolled like wave across his brow;
groan came up from his bosom, and
with low moan he staggered against
his bed, crying:
"Take her away; I can't stand the
| sight of anything pure like that"
Kate had hidden her face second
time, as she feebly cried, eft isn't him."
so they kept on to third cell.
''Jim, here's little girl-Kate, your
caughter-wantst to see you"
! A stupid "what !" came from the bed;
/ the man had probably just awakened.
Your little girl"
There was sounding of rafting irons
| that made the girl shiver. Dimly ap-
peared the face and outlines of we'll
| made man-the countenance handsome
/ but evil. He seemed not to compre-
| bend. But as fast as the chains would
| permit him he came forward and looked
out at the anxious face below.
With loud conclusive cry she ex-
claimed: Father father T. and fell
nearly senseless against the jailer.
Katie ]" exclaimed the MAJ, and