Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 37, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 11 March 1882 — Page 9

THE MAIL

I A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

MA YBE.

She leant across the stile With her merry, golden smile, And her bonny brown eye glancing

Through the green leaves all the while. And he who loved her HO, Watched from the path below But she tossed her hesa so daintily,

And laoghed and bade him go. Maybe! Maybe! we cannot know, I Maybe 1 Maybe! 'twas better so.

When the winds of March were load, I And the skies were dark with cloods, pc£e had won her love forever

And she trusted all he vowed. Now she wept against his heart "Oh, my darling we must part, v«r a barrier lieebetween us,

Fore verm ore, sweetheart." Maybe Maybe! we cannot know, Maybe! Maybe! 'twas better so.

Ami the yean have pawed away, !_ And th«y both are old and gray, VHtthe some sweet dream is in their heart rV Forever and aye.

Oh irwe et and sad the pain Of the love that will not wane ^So sweet, because so true

So sweet and sad in vain. Maybe! Maybe! we cannot know, Maybe! Maybe! It shall be better so.

The Prisoner's Child.

It was early morning "Is this the way, sir, to Sing Sing?" "Yes," roughly replied a brown-faced .countryman, and passed on.

It was afternoon. The child was j,40mewhat fragile in her appearance. Her bonnet was of broken straw, her shoes were much torn the sun played hotly on her forehead. She walked on and on an hour longer. "Is this the way to Sing Sing, sir "Yos. little girl but what are you going there for?"

Thn child trudged on, her lip quiveri/£ng, but not deigning to answer the pleasant-faced old man who had stopped the jogging of his horse to note ner hurried manner, and who liked that little face, anxious and sad as its expression was.

The dew was falling. Katie had fallen too, almost. A rough stone by the way, imbedded in moss, received her tired little frame. She looked so wierd and aged, sitting there, her tangled hair falling on her hands that were clasped over Tier face. By the shaking of ner frame the tears were coming too, and she was bravely trying to hold them twurk. "Why, what Is this dear little girl doing hero The exclamation came from a pair of young lips. "A curiosity, I declare!" exclaimed a harsher voico, and Katie, looking up auddimly, cowored away from the sight of tho young lady ana her agreeable look ng com pan ion. "Whatever are you doing hereMittle girl?" asked Nell May wood, moving a little nnaror towards the frightened child. "(ioing, Miss, to Sing Sing," said Katio. "Why, Joorge! this child is going to 8ing Sin g—ton miles off. Child, did you know it was so far off?"

Ratio shook her head, and wiped away the hot and heavy tears one by one. "Why, you little goose, what are you I going to Sing Sing for? Have you nad your Mupper

Katie shook her head. "Have you had any dinner?" Again tho child shook her head. "No breakfast? Why, George, the poor thing must le almost starved!" "I fthould think so," moohanically replied her brother, Just recovering from a yawn, and showing signs of sympathy. "Look here, what syour name? Well, Katio yon mast como up to the house and get something to eat. Follow me, Katie, and wo'll take care of you tonight somehow, and see about your going to Sing Sing to-morrow."

Katio followed. What a glorious vision burst upon lior view The palace house tho rocks roddening in the low Westorn sun the shining river the signs of luxury on every hand. "Susan, give this child a good suppor s»ho is hungry, and tired too, I imagine. After that I will see what can bo none for her."

Sim 11 wore mild face. She looked ploasantly down at the |H)or, tired little one, and'taking her hand, which tremblod now, led hor into the kitchen.

Mennwhllo her story, or that brief part of it which wo know, was being told in the drawing worn. The sylph figure in white, lounging gracefully in the midst of delicate cushions, accompanied her narration with expressivo tfOMturc, and now and then a little laugh. "1 skfwhi like to know what she is going to Sing Sing for!" she said, leaning languidly back. "We must look her up something to wear—a bonnet, a pair or shoos, ana then maybe we can manage to have her carried some distance. Oh! such an old looking little thing." "Who is that, my daughter?" "Oh, p*p«, you are come home! Why, I was talking about a little mite of a child sho can't be more than teu, if that. I saw her out here sitting on a moss rock, the most forlorn object. She says she is going to Sing Sing." "I met her on my way," said the pleasant faced old man "she asked mo about it, and I would havo stopped her, but she trudged on. Where is she? It •was noon when I saw her." "In the kitchen, papa. Susan is taking good care of her, I expect, and when nite has had a hearty supper we will talk with her."

A gay trio of young girls came in. The nettings were pat up, the gas burnod brightly, and music and mirth banished all thoughts of care. Suddenly ?ieH May wood remembered the little, did figure, and clapping her hands, cried, "Oh. I've something to show you girls!" and disappeared.

Susan was picking over gooseberries Hear the pantrv in the kitchen. "Where is 'the child, Susie?" asked Nell May wood. "On the doorstep, miss." "Why, no, Susan, there's nobody to beaeen." "Yes, miss." Susan plaoed her pan down, held her apron ap to catch the steins of the berries, and walked deliberately to the door. "Why, sho sat there sometime after aupper. I turned and came in she was

Qiitat ... Nelly she's gone. Let me see, there ain't any silver around—I should be afeard she'd took something they're mighty artful."

Whv, didnt rou tell her she might stay all night?'"1 Nell May wood was peeping here and there to spy her, if possible. "Yes, Miss Nell, and told her what a

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food bed there was over the woodshed she looked strange out of the.u targe eros of hers. "The poor child is in trouble." said Nell, quite Korrowful that she could not further relieve her necessities. "I'd have given her something to wear, and wet

could have sent her to Sing Sing and perhaps she will come back again—if so, will you send her to me?" "If she do, I will, miss," answered Susan, going at the gooseberries again.

But little Kate did not come Sack. She had been watching her opportunity to get off, and had already been gone sometime. She slept in an open field crawled into some hay she would have walked all gbt if she had dared, hut she was afraid of the darkness. "Mr. Warden, there's a queer case over at my house," said a bluff-looking fellow, meeting the warden of Sing Sing prison. "We found her last night in some out-of-the-way place, and nothing would do bnt my wife must take her in. We can't find out her name, except that it is Katie, and I expect that she wante to see somebody, in the prison. But we can't get anything out of her—where sha came 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 Katie stood, trembling more than ever, in a few moments, in the presence of the warden aud jailor. Katie was a pretty child. Her large blue eyes wore an expression of intense meLincholy her hair had been nicely 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 favor—"where have you come from "New York," said the child, faintly.

The men looked at each other incredulously. U"Do you mean to say that you have come to Sing Sing from New York on foot?" "Yes sir," said the child, frightened at his manner, which bad 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 a moment her little frame was shaken with a tempest of feeling. "And who Is your father asked the warden, kindly. "He is Mr. Loyd," said the ohild, as soon as she could speak for her rushing sobs.

The warden looked at the jailor. "Loyd there are three Loyds here— Jim, Bondy and Dick," said the jailor. "They may not be their proper names," responded the warden. "That's so," said the jailor, "but I can try 'em all. Little one, was your father's name Jim?"

The ohild nodded her head, or they thought she did she was all convulsed with the reaction brought on by the termination of her journey. "If it's Jim he's a bad one," said the jailor, in a low voice "he's in irons this morning, for'tempting to break jail he don't deserve a little gal as looks like that one, the villain. Come, child, I'll go and find your father."

He took Katie's shaking hand with the other she dashed the tears away as fast as they fell. It frightened her almost into calmness to see the ponderous door at which the jailor applied the great key, and the stillness of long stone passages the dimness thrown over all the constant succession of bars and. bleak, black walls was terrible to a sensitive mind like hers. How the heavy tread of the iallor, aud 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 throb could almost be heard in the awful stillness. On, on they went, now through that passageway. Everything spoke of crime—of fierce passions subdued and held in stern control—everything, from the grim face of the ferocious watch-dog to the sentinels armed.

Then they turned and went up the stairs, the jailor holding the scared bird close to his side with a tender clasp, the warden followiag. Another tramp, and at last thoy came to a standstill. The jailor rapped at a cell-door. Slowly the figure of a man, with a harsh, haircovered face, appeared "Here's your little girl come to see vou," said the jailor. "Littlogirl! hem! your green," said the man, in glnrn accents. "I'vegot no little girl, or you wouldn't catch me here." "Father," said the childish voice. It sounded so sweet, wo childish, in that ter rible prison. But as the scowling face came closer to the bars, the child hid her head quickly in the jailor's arm, halfsobbing it wasn't him. "We'll try the next one."

He walked further on, and spoke more pleasantly this time: "Well, Bondy, hero is little Kate don't vou want to see her?" "Little Katie there was a long pause. "I had a Kate onco—not a little Katie I broke hor hoart—God pity me! Go on, it can't be for me."

Again the sweet voioe rang out: "Father." The prisoner came up close to the bars a youthful 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 afoul de«d, gazed out. It saw the child's earnest, pleading, tearful eyes a dark expression rolled like a wave across his brow a groan came up from his bosom, and with a low moan he staggered against his bed crying: "Take her away I cant stand the sight of anything pure like that."

Katie had hidden her face a second time as she feebly cried, "It isn't him so they kept on to the third cell. "Jim, here's a little girl—little Katie, your daughter—want's to see you."

A stupid "What!" came from the bed the man had probably just awakened. "Your little daughter!"

There was a sound of rattling irons that made the girl shiver. Dimly appeared the f«oe and outlines of a wellmade man—the countenance handsome, but evil. He seemed not to comprehend. But as fast as his chains would permit him, he oame forward and looked out at the anxious face below.

With a loud, convulsive cry she exclaimed: "Father! father!" and fell nearly senseless against the jailor. "Katie!" exclaimed the man, and there was a nervous twitching about the muscles of the mouth "Whatever haa brought her here?"

The jailor was calling the child to consciousness. "Shall we let her come in the cell?" asked the Warden.

Jim was dashing his hand across his fase. A smothered "Yes," issued from bis lips. They opened the ponderous door and put toe child within. Her arms we*e outstretched his were wide open, and they came together with a clanking sound—together about the form of that poor little child. "O, father!" "O, Katie, Katie!" and then there was

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what a sharp rattle of the chains smote on the ear—and looked in her face. After a moment's irresolution be kissed her, and then his head fell under her earnest, loving look. "Katie, what made you come?" "Wanted to see you, father," and the head was on his shoulder again.

"How did you come, Katie? Never mind the noise, they are locking up they will be here again, and let you out. How did you come, Katie?" "I walked here." "From New York, child?"."Yes, 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 quivering. "Katie, tell me quick!" "She died, father!"

A groan—a terrible groan—followed the victim's bead 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 bd%one ana his sobs were Tike gasps. "Oh, Katie, when did she die? Oh, my poor May! my poor girl?"

"Ever so long ago, I think: ever so many weeks," replied the child "hut she told me to come and see you, and comfort you." "Oh. this is hard, very hard she always 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! I in heaven?" groaned the man, giving way in his agony. The child was angel-guiaed. Her soft touch was better for his soul's good than the stripes and the chains. He had been hardened her little love had melted down the adamant had found the good locked up in his nature, and she had sent her sweet smiles through its prison-door. Long he sat there, his head in the lap of his beautiful, quiet child. None dared disturb him jailor and warden walked to and fro. "Father, when you come out, I'll take care of vou."

Ho lifted his head, his eyes red with weeping, were fastened on ner faoe. "Mother said I might." "God's blessing on you, my precious child youj may save your miserable father!" "I will, father."

The warden cleared his throat the jailor spoke roughly to one of the prisoners—it was to hide his emotion. "You had better come now," he added, going to the cell. "Katie, you must go will you come again, my child?" "Can't I 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 a pleasant-faced old man. "I have come after that little girl," he said. "She must go home with me. I'll take good care of her I've heard her story, ana when her father comes out, if he's a mind to behave himself, I'll give him plenty to do. Besides that, I'll bring her up once a week to see him. What say, little one, will you go with me?" aud good old Mr. May wood stroked her hair as he said, pityingly, "Poor child! poor child!"

Ten miles from Sing Sing prison there is now a little cottage occupied by an industrious man and his one daughter. Little Katie is fulfilling the commands of her dying mother. She is taking care of himself. Men respect him, and God has graciously forgiven him.

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GONE WITH A HANDSOMER MAN.

A YOUNG WIFE PLAY8 A PRACTICAL JOKE ON HER HUSBAND.

A Burlington man recently wedded a young wife. The young lady became enthused over Will Carleton'atale of the elopement of a handsome young woman with a "handsomer man," and determined to try the same thing herself. She wrote a neat littlo note, stating that she had left home with a gentleman whom she had dearly loved before she had met her husband, and that he need not trouble himself to look for them. Then she called in her younger brother and went calling with him, arranging to return and hide where she could witness her liege lord's dismay when he came to read of her flight. She, from her

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The poor fellow finished the cruel missive, tore it up and threw the fragments on the floor, and then, without a moment's warning, drew a revolver and fired point-blank at his breast, and fell to. the carpet without a sign of life. With a terrified scream, the woman was at her husband's side in a moment, lifting his head, rolling and shaking him, turning him over, and hunting for blood, all the time shrieking to her William to speak to her, to forgive her, to only look at her. William lay motionless, and the neighborhood, aroused by the shot and screams, came flocking in to learn of the excitement, when suddenly, after a score or more had gathered, the dead leaped up from the floor as well as ever, at which the wife fainted away. She aeon revived, however, and then it all came out that the younger brother, being in sympathy with William, haa let him into the schemfe, and he had chosen that mode of punishing his joking wife. She jokes no more, but her husband haa compromised on a pony phaeton to keep peace in the family.

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The father is the appoint family. He may rule by love, but it is his right and duty to rule and to him, as the monarch of that little State, must be the last appeal. Hence he appears before his children invested with authority—that divinelv appoiuted representative of law—and if he worthily sways the sceptre over his realm, he develops in his children some of the most desirable traits of character. If love is one of the elements of fainilv happiness, order is another and it is 6is, in the last appeal, to support order. If the sympathies and affections of children should be developed, so should their spirit of obedience to rightful authority and it Is his to develop that spirit. It is undoubtedly desirable to raise the mother's authority to the highest degree and when the father is what he anould be, and does what he should do, she stands invested ia the eyes of her children with a power combining indirect "reverence for the father, who appears only to sustain the maternal rule, with direct obedienoe to her own gentle fondness.

THE MOTHER-IN-LAW.

"He thinks so much of his mother." Well, why shouldn't he What sort of a man is he who does not care for his mother If you had married him, yon might well have fears for your future happiness. Do you think, because he has chosen you for your pretty face, that that he must forget the good old woman who spent her young life in his interests, who cared for him In his infancy,, and loved him when he was only a shrieking nuisance to everybody else, and "only that dreadful boy" to everyone but his parents? From ner he inherits some portion ol his physical and moral nature. By her precepts he has been guided. You will hardly find a fine man who has not a fine mother. And now he is no longer a boy, and she is going down the hill she helped him to climb, and you complain that he "thinks so mucn of her." You ought to regret it if he did not. The time will come when the baby on your kuee will be a man, when you will be old and gray-haired be just'now, lest retribution come at last. What can it matter if the mother's vanity is flattered by her boy liking her gingerbread better than yours, or thinking that she alone of all earthly seamstresses can make a shirt? Smile at the kindly weakness. He loves ou for other thinj that

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An example of extremely cruel punishment, inflicted by a father upon a son, recently elicited a good deal of discussion upon the ever recurring question, how to bring up children—especially boys. Some philosophers contend that the whole matter was summed up by the wisest of men when he declared that "He that spareth his rod hateth his son but he that loveth him chasteneth him betimes while others maintained that the corporal punishment inculcated by Solomon is at once cruel and injurious. One thing is certain if in extreme cases the rod should be resorted to, it should only be employed under circumstances free from passion, even according to the creed of Solmon, for in the very next chapter he says,- "He that is soon angry dealeth foolishly." A

reat change has taken place within a ew years past in the treatment and training of animals kiudness and patience being substituted for the harshness and severity of former times. So far as we have heard or seen any expression of opinion, by practical men, upon the subject, this change is universally regarded as a great improvement. We are inclined decidedly to the opinion that the principles and rules which have proved so advantageous in the training of animals could not be less beneficial if applied to children. But, brought up as tney may be. some children will be bad some will turn out well aud some will be good, and some will not. Undoubtedly, however, the system of treatment adopted will materially influence the proportion of the two kinds. The public opinion seems to be pretty well settled upon one int, and that is, that every species of rbarous punishment—of punishment which permanently impairs the self-re-spect of a child—is "injurious.

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RIPPET0E & MILLER'S "White Front," 647 and 649 Main SJ.

Where yon will always find the best

COFFFEE8, TEAS, TABLE 8UPPI.IE

And All Staple aad Fancy Groceries

At the Lowei PrJees.

THE HIGHEST CAHH PRIDE PAID FOBPROIMft

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t^hSr^5waure^nS5uiiMn»^wSi5^nr5htn5nhtpnblk. Thirty yea»*ftpert«n*» FKAfyi MARKET GARDENERS Airo FLORISTS, give* wsocn knowlsdg* to enable tbe beet ktod* for Fruit, Flower or VMcetablfl crow I whether for Private or Commercial Mixbly terttbeqnality ««JI and PUusts. OorOr««nhov»M aad FraauMln Jeraey CJHk"* America, arrtri&x npwixiU «t toor acres, toivd tn KU—. employing »a areraye of wermrty men thremgboat UK yu

PETER HENDERSON & CO.

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,To every man's door. If our JBEED8 are not sold in your vn, drop us a Postal Card for Handsome Illustrated Catalogue

AMrwi D. LANDRETH SONS. Philadelphia.

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