Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1882-06-28
Again the sweet voice rang out:

looked 1nnocent-a face that it seemed a
sin to couple with a foul deed, gazed out.
It was child's earnest, pleading, fearful
eyes; a dark expression rolled like q
wave across his brow; a groan came up
from his bosom, and with low moan he
staggered against his bed, crying
"Take her away; can't stand the
sight of anything pure like that"
Kate had hidden her tace a second
time as she feebly cried, 'sIt isn't him."
so they kept on to third cell.
"Jim, here's little girl-Kate, your
daughter wants to see you.
A stupid "whatl' came from the bed;
the man had probably just awakened.
your little GIRL
There was a sounding of rafting irons
that made the girl shlver. Dimly APP
peareu the face and outlines of we'll
made man--thc oountenance handsome
but evil. He seemed not to comprehend
But as fast as the CHAINS would permit
him, he came forward and looked out at
the anxious face below.
With loud convulsive cry she ex-
claimed: Gather! father!" and fell
nearly senseless against the jailor.
Katie ?" exclaimed the man, and
there was nervous twitching about the
muscles of the mouth Whatever has
brought her here %
The jailor was calling the child to
consciousness.
"Shall we let her come in there ?"
asked the warden.
Jim was dashing his hand across his
face. A smothered "Yes," issued from
his lips. They opened the ponderous
door and put the child within. Her arms
were outstretched, his were wide open,
and they came together with clanldng
sound-together about the form of that
poor little child.
"Oh, Katie, Katie!" and then there
was quiet crying. By-and-by, the man
lifted the little head, whose glossy curls
were falling on his shoulders-and oh!
what a sharp rattle of chains smote on
the ear-and looked in her face. After
moments irresolution he kissed her,
and then his eyes fell under her earnest
loving look.
"Katie, what made you Gomez"
"Wanted to see you, father, and the
head was on his shoulder again.
Chow did you come, Katie? Never
mind the noise, they are locking up; they
will be here again and let you out"
81 walked here"
"From New York, child ?"
eyes, father"
There was no sound, save that of the
chains, as he strained her closer to his
bosom.
"And how did you leave-her, Katie
your mother?"
The question was fearfully asked, but
not responded to. He gazed eagerly in
the child's face; her little lip was quiz
ering.
"Katie, tell me quick !"
"She died, father"
A. groan-a terrible groan-fonowed;
the mans head fell in the lap of his
child, and he wept with strong cries.
The jailor and the warden said that they
never saw a sight so woeful. And the
child tried to comfort him, till his
strength seemed to be gone and his sobs
were like gasps.
ooh, Katie, when did she die? Oh,
my poor May my poor girl p
"Ever SO long ago, I think; ever SO
many weeks" replied the child; "but
she told me to come and see YOU, and
comfort YOU
"Oh, this is hard; very hard; she al
ways fOrgave me-. ;"
"She told me to pray for you, too;
she told me to ask you would you be real
good after you came out, and meet her
In heaven"
"In Heaven / in Heaven?" groaned
the man, giving way in his agony. The
child was angel-guided. Her soft touch
was better for his souls good than the
stripes and the chains. He had been
hardened; her little love melted down
the adamant; had found the good locked
up In his nature, and she had sent her
sweet smiles through it's prison door.
Long he sat there, his head In the lap of
his beautiful, quiet child. None dared
disturb him; ja1lor and warden walked
to and fro.
"Father, when you come out I'll take
care of you"
He lifted his head, his eyes, red with
weeping, were fastened on her face.
"Mother said l might"
Goods blessing on you, my precious
child; you may save your miserable
father p
81 will, father"
The warden cleared his throat; the
ld.iOI opOho IOuSuly 10 one OF Inc pr1S-
oners-it was to hide his emotion.
"You had better come now" he added,
going to the cell.
'sKatie, you must go; will you come
again, my child ?"
"Can't stay, father?"
"No, dear; but you shall come and
see me again.
They took her gently from the dark
cell; she sobbed very quietly. In the
warden's room stood pleasant-faced
old man.
'I have come after that little girl, y he
said. "She mustgo home with me. I'll
take good care of her, I've heard her
story, and when her father comes out, if
he's mind to behave himself, I'll give
him plenty to do. Besides that, III
bring her up once week to see him.
What, say, little one, will you go with
me?" And good old Mr.. haywood
stroked her hair as he said, pityingly,
"Poor child! poor child"
Ten miles from Sing Sing prison there