The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-02-23
A PRINCESS In PRISON.
The Descendant of a Proud Canadian Family
in New York Jail.

In q New York Jail.
New fork Telegram.
genuine princess lay upon cot in cell in
the Jefferson Market Prison this morning, moan
ing in most pitable manner. Every few min
utes she uttered scream that pierced the
hearts OF the rough prisoners who occupied ad
joining cells Between the screams she grated
her teeth and beat the air with her clenched
hands.
At last the screams became so frequent and
schrill that the matron was summoned to arouse
her. When the princess opened her black eyes
she sprang from her cot buried her slender fin
gers in her straight, black hair, which reached
below her waist, and stared about the cell.
Then suddenly she composed herself, and ex-
planned to the matron that she had dreamed that
she was in Jail for killing a man.
mo; you have killed no one" said the ma
husband can be found, or until you get
money, so that you can go home to your
people"
Princess Gagughta, of the Caughawaga tribe
of Indians, was the prisoner. She had been
night and was locked up. With her husband
she left the reservation month ago and went to
Montreal to sell bead work They afterwards
came to New York Cor the same purpose. Here
her husband deserted her, saying he was going
to Philadelphia. She then went to work in a
restaurant She has been committed to Jeffer-
son market Jail until she can get relief.
When reporter called on her this morning
she sauted him with a bow sufficiently graceful
to be worthy OF any princess. She is about
TWEEN, five years DID, and has tall and grace
full figure. Her voice is musical and her choice
of words shows her to be woman of education.
She is not as coppercolored as a full-bloodeG
Indian, which she claims to be-
Are you a real princessF the reporter asked
Yes" she sighed, and then smiled. my
father was until recently chief of the Caugha-
waga tribe of Indians, and | am his eldest
daughter. That makes me princess according
to the customs of our people, Ny home
is thirty miles from Montreal. My father is
not rich but he is very comfortably situated
and if he KEW my condition he would come for
me. But it would break his heart if he knew
was in jail. am the pride of his life and am a
great favorte with the members of our tribe.
My father had me well educated. / was taught
music, painting and all the principal accomplish
ments. Our people put me forward as person
who would reflect credit upon them, and to
think have only brought disgrace It's terri
BILE, it's terriblem tand again she sighed ard
wrung her hands. Cant you get the judge to
How have you lived since your husband de-
serted your
Il looked everywhere for work, and finally
had to accept employment in a negro restaurant
on Twenty ninth street. The proprietor insulted
me last Saturday, and it made my blood boil to
think that negro should be over me. Oh, how
l wanted to strike him dead On the spot!
could not stand it, and, without knowing street
in the city, and without a cent left the place
This morning before | woke | dreamed l had
killed the man, and was in Jail and was to be
hanged"
Justice Duffy says he will set Princess
Gagughta at liberty this evening, but he thinks
she had better remain in jail until the weather
moderates.