The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1882-11-30

MI was morning.
IN rs this the way sir to Sing
81 YES" roughly replied
broad faced countryman and passet
on.
1t was afternoon. The child wa
somewhat fragile in appearance
Her bonnet was of broken straw
her shoes were much torn; the SUI
played hotly on her forehead. She
walked on and on an hour longer
rs this the way, sir, to Sing
Sing?"
eyes, little girl, but what are you
going there for?"
The child trudged ON, her lips
quivering, but not designing te
answer the pleasant faced old man
who had stopped the jogging of his
horse to note her hurried manner
and who liked that little face, anx-
ious and so sad in its expression.
The dew had fallen. Kate had
fallen, too, almost. A rough stone
by the way embedded in moss, re-
ceived her tired little frame. She
looked so worn and tired, sitting
there, her tangled hair falling on
her hands that were clasped over
her face. By the shaking of her
frame the tears were coming, too,
and she was bravely trying to keep
them back.
"Why, what is the dear little girl
doing here?' The exclamation
came from a pair of young lips.
ga curiosity, 1 declare?' exclaim-
ed a harsher voice, and Kate, look
ing up suddenly, covering away
from the sight Of the young lady
and her agreeable-looking compan-
ion.
"Whatever are you doing herA
little girl?" asked Nell haywood,
moving nearer to the frightened
child.
"Going, Miss, to Sing-Sing," said
Kate.
"Why, George! this child is GO
ing to Sing -Sing-ten miles Off
Child, did you know it was so far
Off"
Kate 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 supperP'
Kate shook her head.
"Have you had any dinner?"
Again the poor child shook her
head.
mo breakfast. Why, George,
the poor little thing must be almost
starved"
II should think So" mechanical
ly replied her brother, just recover
ing from a yawn, and showing
signs Of sympathy.
Look here, what's your name?
Well, girl, you must come upto the
house and get something to eat.
Follow me and we'll take care of
you tonight, somehow, and we'll
see about your going to Sing Sing
Kate followed. What n glorious
vision burst upon her view! The
palatial house, the rocks reddening
in the low western sun; the shining
river; the sign Of luxury on every
hand.
Susan, give this child a good
supper; she is hungry and tired,
too, L imagine. After that 1 will
see what can be done for her."
Susan wore a mild face. She
looked pleasantly down at the poor,
tired little one, and taking her hand,
which trembled, now, led her into
the kitchen.
Meanwhile her story, or that brief
part of which we know, was being
told in the drawing room. The
sylph-like figure in white, lounging
gracefully in the midst of delicate
accompanied her nara
ton with expressive gestures, and
now and then little laugh.
Il should like to know what she
is going to Sing Sing forn' she said,
leaning languidly back. eve must
look her up something to wear-a
bonnet, a PAIR of shoes, and then
may be we can manage to have her
carried some distance. Oh! such
an odd little thing
"Who is that, my daughterF'
"Oh, papa, you have come home
Why, l was talking about a little
mite of a child, she can't be more
than ten if that. 1 saw her out
there sitting on a moss rock, the
most forlorn object. She says she
is going to Sing Sing"
II met her on my way" said the
pleasant-faced old man; "she asked
me about it, and 1 would have stop
ped her, but she trudged on. Where
is she? 1t was noon when saw her.
''In the kitchen, papa. Susan is
taking good care of her / think,
and when she has had a hearty
supper we will talk with her"
A gay trio of young girls came
in. The nettings were put up, the
gas was burning brightly, and music
and mirth banished all thoughts OF
care. Suddenly Nell haywood re-
membered the odd little figure, and,
clapping her hands, cried, "Oh, I've
something to show you girls" and
disappeared.
Susan was picking gooseberries
near the pantry in the Kitchen.
Where is the child, Susan?"
asked Nell haywood.
"On the doorstep, Miss"
"Why, no, Susan, there's nobody
to be SEEN"
mo! Miss?" Susan placed her
pan down, held her apron up to
catch the stems of the berries, and
walked deliberately toward the door.
"Why, she sat there sometime
after supper. turned and cam e in ;
she was sitting there, looking up, at
the stars, 1 expect. / thought she
was a mighty quiet child, but she s
deep, deep, Miss Nelly; she's gone.
Let me see, there amt any silver
around-I should be afeared she'd
took something; they are mighty
artful."
why didn't you tell her she
might stay all night?' Nell May
wood was peeping here and there to
sDy her if possible.