Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-09
THE CONVICT'S CHILD.

THE CONVICT'S CHILD.
It was morning.
lis this the way, sir, to Sing Sing "
Yes, roughly replied broad-facel
cOrlntryman, and passed on.
It was afternoon. The child was some
what fragile in her appearance. Her bon
net was of broken straw, her shoes were
much torn the sun played hotly on her
forehead. She walked on an hour long
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sis this the way to Sing Sing, sir 2"
"Yes, little e.! girl, but what are you 60
The child trudged on, her lips culver
ing, but not deigning to answer the
pleasant-faced old man who had stopped
the Jogging of his horse to note her hur-
RED manner, and who had liked that lit
lie face, anxious and sad as it's expression
! was.
The dew had fallen. Kate had fallen,
too, almost. A rough stone by the way,
Embedded In moss, received her tired lit
tie frame. She looked SO worn and tired,
sitting there, her tangled hair falling on
her hands that were ciasped over her
face. By the shaking Of her frame the
tears were coming, too. and she was
b1avely trying to keep them back.
"Why. what is this dear little girl do
ing here ?" The exclamation came from
pair Of young lips.
GA curiosity, declare !" exclaimed a
harsher voice, and Katie, looking up
suddenly, covered away from the sight
Of the young lady and her agreeable
looking companion.
Whatever are you doing here, little
girl ?" asked Nell Haywood, moving a
little nearer toward the frightened child.
"Going, Miss, to Sing Sing" said
: Kate.
"Why, George this child is going to
Sing Sing-ten miles off. Child, did
you know it was so far OFF,"
Katie shook her head, and wiped
away the hot and heavy tears, one by
one.
"Why, you little goose what are you
going to Sing Sing for? Have you had
your supper?"
Katie shook her head.
"Have you had any dinner ?"
Again the child shook her head.
$40 breakfast, Why, George, the
poor thing must be almost starved u
6" should think so, mechanically re-
piled her brother, just recovering from
yawn, and showing signs Of sympathy.
Look here, what's your name? Well,
girl, you must come up to the house and
get something to eat. Follow me, and
we'll take care of you tonight somehow,
and see about your going to Sing Sing
tomorrow.
Katie followed. What a glorious vision
burst upon her view The palatiaI
house the rocks reddening in the low
western sun; the shining river; the signs
i OF luxury on every hand.
"Susan, give this child a good sup
per; she is hungry and tired, too, I i'm
agine. After that I will see what can
lie done for her."
Susan wore mild face. She looked
pleasantly down at the poor, tired little
Gle, and taking her hand, which trem-
bled now, led her into the kitchen.
Meanwhile her story, OF that brief
part of it which we know, was being
told in the drawing room. The sylph-
ike figure in white. lounging gracefully
! in the midst of delicate cushions, &C
compaoied her narration with express
I've gestures, and now and then little
angh.
II should like to know what she is
going to Sing Sing for" she said, lean
lug ianguidly back. eve must look
ior up something or other to wear-a
bonnet, pair Of shoes, and then maybe
we can manage to have her carried
some distance. Oh! such an odd little
thing"
"Who is that, my daughter?"
ION, papa, you are come home
Why, was talking about little mite
OF a child she can't be more than ten
Years old, If that. saw her out here
sitting on moss rock, the most forlorn
object. She says she is going to Sing
| ,Sing."
:" met her on my way" said the
pleasant faced old man "she asked me
about it, and I would have stopped her,
'nt she trudged on. Where is she? It
vas noon when saw her."
6 In the kitchen, papa. Susan is TAX
ing good care of her. think. and when
she has had hearty supper we will talk
with her."
i gay trio of young girls came in.
the nettings were put up, the gas was
burning brightly, and music and mirth
hanished all thoughts Ct care. Suddenly
Nell haywood remembered the odd little
figure, and clasping her hands said, "Oh,
I've something to show you, girls!" and
disappeared.
Susan was picking gooseberries near
.he pantry in the kitchen.
''Where is the child, Susie?" asked
Nei haywood.
"On the doorstep, Miss"
"Why. no, Susan, there's nobody to
, nc seen"
+, No. Miss" Susan placed her pan
! s,oxn. held her apron up to catch the
tens Of the berries. and walked DELHI
erately to the door.
Why, she sat there sometime after
supper. 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 Nellie; she's gone. Let me see,
there amt any silver around-I should
be afraid she'd took something; they're
mighty artful."
"Why, didn't you tell her she might
stay all night? Nell haywood was
peeping here and there to spy her if pos
sible.
Eyes, Miss Nell, and told her what q