Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1882-09-08

sobs.
The warden looked at the jailer.
tLloyd: there are three Lloyds here
Jim, Bondy and Dick" said the
jailer.
"That may not be their proper
Names" responded the warden
"That's So" said the jailer, "but l
can try 'em all. Little girl, 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 journey.
"If it's Jim, he's bad one" said the
TAILOR, in low voice "he's in irons this
morning for tempting to break Jail; he
don't deserve little girl like that one,
the william. Come child, I'll go and find
your father"
He took K Atc's shaking han i; with
the ether she dashed the tears away a.
fast as they ,ell. 1t frightened her al
most into calmness to see theiponderous
door at which the jailor applied the
great key, and the stiffness of long pas
sages; the dimness thrown over all; the
constant succession of bars and bleak,
black walls were terrible to the sensi-
tive mind like hers. How the heavy
tread of the jailor, and the tread ofthe
warden behind him, echoed through
the gloom and the spacel 1t was, In
truth, great tomb through which they
moved-a tomb in which were confined
living hearts-Those throbs could al
most be be heard in the awful stiffness.
On, or they went, now through that
passway and then through the other.
Everything spoke of crime-of fierce
passions subaued and held in stern con-
iroI-everything from the ferocious
watch dog to the sentinels armed.
Then they turned aud went up the
stairs, the jailor holding the scared bird
close to his side with tender clasp, the
warden following. Another tramp and
at last they came to a standstill, The
TAILOR raped at cell door Slowly the
figure of man, with harsh, hair-cov-
cred face appeared.
Here's your little girl come to see
YOU" said the jailor.
Little girl hem you're green"
said the man, in glum accehts. I've
got no little girl or you wouldn't catch
me here"
Father" said the childish voice. 1t
sounded SO sweet, so childish, IL that
terrible prison. But as the scowIing
face came lose to the bars. the child
hid her head quickly in the jAiler's
arm, half obbiny, it wasn't he.
"We'H try the next one"
He walked farther on, and spoke
more pleasantly this time
"W ell, Bondy, mere is little Kate :;
don't you want to see her?"
Little Katie -" there was Il long
pause. 81 had a Kate once-not II
little Katie; broke her heart God
pity me Go on, it can't be for me"
Again the sweet voice rang out;
Father"
The prisoner came close up to the
bars youthful face, framed with
light heavy hair-a face in which the
blue eyes looked innocent face
which il seemed sin to couple with a
foul deed, gazed out. 1t was a child's
earnest, pleading, fearful eyes ; II dark
expression rolled like Il wave across
his brow n groan came up from his
bosom, and with a low moan he stag
gered against his bed, crying
cake her away; | can't stand the
sight of anything pure like that"
Kate had hidden her face Il second
time rs she feebly cried, at isn't him."
so they kept on to n third cell.
"Jim, here's a little gir6 Kate, your
daughter wants to see you"
A stupid "what" came from the bed;
the man had probably just awakened.
"Your little daughter"
There was sound of rafting irons
that made the girl shiver. Dimly APP
peared the face and outlines of we'll
made mantle countenance handsome
but evil. He seemed not to comprehend.
But as fast as the chains would permit
him, ne came forward and looked out
ut the anxious face below.
With II loud convulsive cry she ex-
claimed: "Fatherl fathelt" and fell
nearly senseless against the jAilor.
"kati.?' exclaimed the man, and
there was "A nervous twitching about the
muscles of the mouth: Whist has
brought her here?"
The jailor was calling the child to con-
seriousness.
"Shall we let her come into the cell?"
asked the warden.
JIM was dashing his hand across his
face. A smothered Eyes" issued from
his lips. They opened the ponderous
door and put the child Within. Her
arms were outs retched, his were wide
open, and they came together with n
clanking sound together about the
form nf that moor little child
"Oh, father"
"Oh, Katie, Katie?" and then there
was a quiet crying. By-and by the man
lifted the little head, whose glossy curls
were falling on his shoulders-and oh!
what sharp rattle of chains smote on
the ear-and looked i'll her face. After
moments irresolution he kissed her,
and his eyes fell under her earnest low
ing look.
Katie, what make you conner"
Wanted to see you, father" and the
head WAS on his shoulder again.
GLOW did you come, Katie?"
Il walked here"
From New York, child2'
Eyes, father"
There was no sound, save that of the
chains, rs he strained her closer to his
bosom.
"And how did you leave-her, Katie,
your MOTHER
The question was fearfully asked,
but not responded o. He gazed eager
ly in the child's face; her little lip was
Quivering.
Katie, tell me quick"
''She died, father"
A groan--a terrihle-groIu-f follow
ed the mans head fell III the lap o {
his child and he wept with strong cries.
The jallor and the warden said they
never saw II sight so woeful. And the
child tried to comfort him, till his
strength seemed to be gone and his
sob1 were like gasps.
con, Katie. when did she die? Oh,
my poor May! my poor girll'
Ever so long ago, think; ever 20
many weeks" replied the child; "but
she t9ld me to come and see you, and
comfort YOU
''On, this is hard; very hard; she al
ways forgave me-"
She told me To pray for you too;
she told me 10 ask sou would you be
real good after you came out, and meet
her in Heaven"
ain Heaven. lin Heaven" groaned
the man, giving way in his agony.
The child was angel guided. Her soft
touch was better TO his souls good