Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-06-28

was burning brightly, and music and
mirth banished all thoughts of 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
the pantry in the kitchen.
"Where is the child, Susie p asked
Nell haywood.
Son the doorstep, Miss.
"Why, no, Susan, there's nobody to
be SEEN"
ono Miss" Susan placed her pan
down, held her apron up to catch the
stems OF the berries and walked deliber-
ately to the door.
"Why, she sat there sometime after
supper. L turned and came in; she was
sitting there, looking up, up at the stars,
[ expect. [ 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 Maynard was
peeping here and there to spy her if pos
sible.
eyes, Miss Nell, and told her what q
| 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 sorrowful that she could not
farther relieve her necessities. ed
| have given her something to wear, and
we could have sent her to Sing Sing; and
perhaps she will come back again--if so,
will you send her to me?"
eff she do, [ will, Miss" answered
| Susan, going to the gooseberries again.
But little Kate did not come back.
she had been watching her opportunity
to get off, and 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
afr aid of the darkness.
"Mr. Warden, there's queer case
over at my house." said a bluff looking
fellow, meeting the warden of Sing Sing
prison. "We found her last night in
some out-of-the-way place, and nothing
would do but my wife must take her in.
We can't find out her name, except that
it is Kate, and 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. F"
"Bring her over here" said the war;
den-"my wife is wanting a 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 jailor. Kate was a
pretty child. Her large blue eyes wore
on of inf nhn1 u.
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 warden
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 incredu-
lousy.
"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 something
of severity.
"And what have you come for?'
Ito see my father The child burst
forth with one great sob, and for mo-
ment her little frame was shaken with a
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
sobs.
The warden looked at the jailor.
"Loyd; there are three Loyds here
Jim, Bondy and Dick" said the iailor.
"That may not be their proper
names" responded the warden.
"That's So" said the Tailor, but I
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.
:" If it's Jim he's a bad one" said the
iailor, 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, I'll go and find
your father"
He took Kate's shaking hand; with the
other she dashed the tears away as fast
as they fell. It frightened her almost
into calmness to see the ponderous door
at which the iailor applied the great key,
and the stiffness of the stone passages;
the dimness thrown over all; the constant
succession of bars and bleak, black
walls were terrible to sensitive mind
like hers. How the heavy tread of the
iailor and the tread of the warden behind
him, echoed through the gloom and the
space! It was, in truth, 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 passageway 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 watchdog
to the sentinel armed.
Then they turned and 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 standstill. The
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