The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1882-09-27

was burning brightly, and music anC
mirth banished all thoughts of care
Suddenly Nell haywood remember
ed the odd little figure. and clappine
her hands, cried, "Oh, I've some
thing to show you girlsm and disap
peared.
Susan was picking gooseberrie:
near the pantry in the kitchen.
Where is the child, Susan" ask
ed Nell haywood.
"On the doorstep, Miss"
why, no. Susan, there's nobody
to he seem
"No! Miss" Susan placed hel
pan down. held her apron up IL
catch the stems of the berries, an6
walked deliberately to the door.
why, she sat there sometime af
ter supper. | turned and came in
she was sitting there, looking up, uE
at the stars, expect. | though
she was a mighty quiet child. but
she's deep, deep, Miss Nelly; she.
gone. Let me see, there amt any
silver around-I should be afeared
she'd took something; they're mighty
artful." J"
Why didn't you tell her she
might stay all night?" Nell May
wood was peeping here and there to
spy her if possible;
"Yes, Miss Nell, and told hel
what a good bed there was over the
woodshed; but she looked strange
out of them large eyes OF hers"
The poor child is in trouble,
said Nell, quite sorrowiul that she
could not farther relieve her neces-
stiles. I'D have given her some
thing to wear, and we could have
sent her to Sing Sing, and perhaps
she will come back again-if so viii
you send her to me?"
IF she does, ! will. Miss. an
swered Susan, going at the gooseber,
ries again.
But little Kate did NOT come back
she had been watching her oppor-
tunitv to get off, and had already
( been gone some time. She slept in
an open field; she would have walk,
ed all night if she mad dared, but
she was afraid OF the darkness.
Mr. Warder, there's queer case
over at my house, said bluff look
ing fellow, meeting the warder o.
Sing Sing prison. I'VE found hel
last night in some out of the way
place, and nothing would do but my
wife must take her in. We cant
find out her name except that II is
Kate, and | expect that she wants tc
see somebady in prison. But we
can't get ANYTHING out of her. where
she came from or anything about
her."
Bring her over here" said the
warden; 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 large
blue ewes wore an expression Of IN
tense melancholy: her hair had been
nicely combed and curled, and some
Que had put a good pair of shoes on
her feet.
Well. my little girl" said the war,
den, kindly-for he was prepossess-
ed in her fIvor-"where have YOU
come FROM"
New York" said the child.
The men looked at each other in
credulously.
'Do YOU mean to say that you
have come to Sing Sing from New
York on foot?"
"Yes. sir" said the child, fright
ened at his manner, which had IN i,
something of severity.
And what have you come for?
TO see my father" The child
burst forth with one great sob, and
for a moment her little frame was
shaken with a tempest of feeling.
And who is your father" asked
the warden, kindly.
"He is Mr.. Loyd,' said the child
as soon as she could speak for heI
rushing sobs.
The warden looked at the jailer
''Lovd. there are three Loyds here
Jim, Bondy and Dick" said the
jailer
THAT may not be their proper
names" responded the warden.
That's so" said the taller, 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 termination of her jour
nev.
'If it, jim, he's bad one" said
the taller, in a low voice; hes in
irons this morning for tempting to
break Jail: he don't deserve little
gal like that one. the villain. Come,
child. III go and find your father.
J He took katie's shaking hand;
with the other she dashed the tears
awav as fast as they fell. Ii fright
ened her almost 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 con-
stant succession of bars and bleak,
black walls were terrible to a sensi-
tive 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
Itwas, 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 Everything
spoke of crime-of fierce passions
subdued and held in stern control
everything, from the grim face OF
the ferocious watch dog to the senti-
nels armed.
Then they turned and went up
the stairs, the jailer holding the
scared bird close TO his side with a
tender clasp, the warden following.
Another tramp, and at last they
came to a standstill The jailer rap
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