Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1883-04-05

found her last night IN some Oul-O1-tne-Way
place, and nothing would do but my wife
must take her in. We can't find out he1
name, except that it is Kate, and expect
that she wants to see somebody, in prison.
But we ecan't get anything out of her-where
she's come from or anything about it.'
"Bring her over here" said the warden
''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 jailer. Kate was pretty child
Her large blue eyes wore an expression o1
intense melancholy; her hair had been nice.
ly combed and curled, and some one had
put a good pair of shoes on her feet.
"Well, my little girl" said the warden,
kindly-for he was prepossessed in her IA
vor-"where have you come from ?'
"New York." said the child, family.
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?
"To see my father"
The child burst forth with one great sob,
and for moment her little frame was shak-
en- 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 jailer.
"Lloyd 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 cantry
'em all. Little one, was your fathers name
Jim ?"
The child nodded her head, or they
thought she did she sail convulsed with
the reaction brought on by the termination
of her Journey.
sIf it's jim, he's q bad one," said the
taller, in low voice "he's in irons this
morning for tempting to break Jail ne
don't deserve little gal like that one, the
villain. Come, child, I'll 60 and tpd your
father"
He took Katie's shaking hand-with the
other she dashed the tears away as fast as
thew fell. 1t frightened her almost into
calmness to see the ponderous door at
which the jailer applied the great key, and
the stiffness of long, stone passages, the
dimness thrown over all; the constant
succession of bars and bleak, black walls
were terrible to a sensitive mind like hers.
How the heavy tread Of the jailer, and
the tread of the warden behind him, echo
ed through the gloom and the space 1t
was, in truth, great tomb through when
they moved-a tomb in which were confin-
ed living hearts-whOse throbs could al
most be heard in the awful stiffness. On,
on they went, now through that passage
passions subdued and held in stern control
everything, from the grim face of the tero-
cious watchdog to the sentinels armed.
Then they turned and went up the stairs,
the taller holding the scared bird close to
his side with tender clasp, the warden
following. Another tramp, and at last
they came to standstill. The jailer rap
ped at a cell-door Slowly the figure of a
man, with a harsh, hair-covered face, ap-
peared. =,
"Here's your little girl come to see you" )"
said the jailer.
"Little girl! hem! you're green," said
the man, in glum accents. "!'ve got no
little girl, or you wouldn't catch me mere" "
'Father," said the childish voice..
1t sounded so sweet, so childish, in that
terrible prison. But as the scoWling face
came close to the bars, the child laid her
head quickly in the jailer's arms, half Sob
bling it wasn't him.
"We'll try the next one"
He walked further, and spoke more pleas
antly this time. =,
"Well, Bondy, here is little Kate; don't
you want to see her"
sLittle Katie" there was a long pause.
"I had a Kate once-not little Kate; |
broke her heart-God pity me! Go on, 1t
can't be for me-"
Again the sweet voice rang OUT
"Father." =,
The prisoner came up to the bars; youth
full face, framed with light wavy hair-a face
in which the blue eyes looked innocent
a face that it seemed a sin to couple with
foul deed, gazed out. 1t was a child's earn
est, pleading, fearful eyes; dark express
sion rolled like wave across his brow;
groan came up from his bosom, and with
low moan he staggered against his bed, cry
aTake her away; can't stand the sight
of ANYTHING pure like like that"
Kate had hidden her face second time
as she feebly cried:
at isn't him." so they kept on to the
third cell. a.,
"Jim, here's a little girl-little Katie
A stupid "what' came from the bed the
man had probably just awakened.
"Your little daughter"
There was a sound of rattling irons tina
made the girl shiver. Dimly appeared tn
face and outlines of well-made man-tht
c0untenance handsome but evil. He seem
ed not to comprehend. But as fast as tn
chains would permit him he came forward
and looked out at the anxious face below.
With a loud, convulsive cry she eXclaim
ed, ''father! father!" and fell nearly sense
less against the jailer.
"Katiew exclaimed the man, and ther
was nervous twitching about the muscle
of the mouth; "whatever has brought ne
here"
The taller was calling the child to con
sciousness. H. .n.,
esks the warden.
Jim was dashing his hand across his face
A smothered eyes," issued from his lips
They opened the ponderous door and pu
the child within. Her arms were out
stretched, his were wide open, and the,
came together with clanking sound-to
gether about the form of that poor littl
child.
"Oh, fatherW
"Oh, Katie, Katie!" and then there wa
Bv-and.by the man lifted the little head
whose GLOSSY curls were falling on his shoul
der-and oh, what sharp rattle OF chain
smote on the ear! and looked in her face
After a moments irresolution he kissed hel
and then his eyes fell under her earnest
loving look. o.,
"Katie, what made you so4 eome?;' md ~
"Wanted to see you, father" ana In
head was on his shoulder again:
"How did you come, Katie? Neve
mind the noise, they are locking up; the
will be here again and let you out. HOY
did YOU come, Katie?'
Il walked here"