Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-12-09


+, IL some out of-the way place, and moth
i:sg would do but my vile must take her
Ia. We can't find out her name, except
that 1t is Kate, and 1 expect that she
wants to see somebody i'll prison. But
VIC can't get anything out OF her-where
SHE'S come from or anything about it. -
Bring her over here" said the war;
den-"my wife is wanting 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 jailer. Kate was
! pretty child. Her blue eyes wore an
expression Of intense melancholy; 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 war
den, kindly-for he was prepossessed in
! her favor" where have YOU come
| frcn?"
New York" said the child family.
| The men looked at each other incred-
. ulously.
"Do you mean to say that you have
come to Sing Sing from New York on
| foot?"
Eyes. sir" said the child, frightened
at bis manner; which had in it some.
thing Of severity.
"And what have you come for?"
/ "To 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.
land who is your father ?" asked the
(! warden kindly.
"He is Mr.. Lloyd" said the child. as
| soou as she could speak for her rushing
sobs.
The warden looked at the ia:ler.
Lloyd; there are three Loyds here
jim, Bondy and Dick" said the taller.
"That may not be their proper
names" responded the warden.
| ''That's SO, said the jailer, ':but I
can try 'em all. Little one, was Your
fathers name Jim?"
The child nodded her head, OF thew
thought she did she was all corvulsed
/ with the reaction brought on BY the sud-
! den termination Of her Journey,
IF it's Jim he's bad one" said the
jal!er in q low voice she's in irons this
morning for tempting to break jail (: he
| don't deserve little girl like that one.
the villain. Come, child, I'll go and
find your father"
He took Hates shaking hand; with
the other she dashed the tears away as
fast as they fell. It frightened her al
most into calmness to see the ponderous
i door at which the jailer applied the KEY.
and the stiffness of the stone passages
The dimness thrown over all; the CON
, slant succession of bars and bleak.
black walls were terrible to sensitive
mind like hers. How the heavy tread
of the jailer, and the tread of the warden
behind him, echoed through the gloom
and the space! It was, in truth, a 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. Oh
they went, now through that passage
way and then through the other. Every
thing spoke of crime-of fierce passions
subdued and held in stern control
everything from the grim face of the fe-
rocious watchdog to the sentinel armed.
Then they turned and went up the
stairs, the jailer 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
iai!er raped at the cell door. Slowly
the figure of man, with a harsh. hair
covered face, appeared.
"Eere's your little girl come to seo
you," said the jailer.
Little girl hem ! you're green, " said
The man, in glum accents. "Ive got
nc little girl, OR you wouldn't catch NE
. here"
Gather" said the childish voice. It
sounded SO sweet, so childish, in that
terrible prison. But, as the scowling
face came close to the bars, the child hid
ner face quickly in tine jailer's arm, half
sobbing. it wasn't him.
"We'n try the next one."
He walked farther on, and spoke more
pleasantly this time:
"Well, Bondy, here is little Kate
don't you want to see her?"
"Little Katie" there was a long
| pause. "Ihad Kate once-not a 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 up close to the
bars; youthful face, framed with light
wavy hair-a face in which the blue
eyes looked innocent face that it
seemed sin to couple with foul deed,
gazed out. It was a child's earnest,
pleading, fearful eyes; a dark express
| sion rolled like wave across his brow
groan came up from his bosom, and
with a low moan he staggered against
lis bed, crying:
"Take her away; I can't stand the
sight of anything pure like that"
Kate had hidden her. face second
| time, as she feebly cried, cit isn't him."
so they kept on to third cell.
"Jim, here's a little gir-Kate, your
daughter to see you"
A stupid "what !" came from the bed;
the man had probably just awakened.
eYour little girl"
There was a sounding of rattling irons
that made the girl shiver. Dimly ap-
| peared the face and outlines of we'll
made man-the countenance handsome
but evil. He seemed not to compre-
bend. But as fast as the chains would
permit him he came forward and looked
out at the anxious face below.
With a loud conclusive cry she ex-
claimed: FEATHER father :" and fell
nearly senseless against the jailer
i "Katie p exclaimed the MAJ. and