Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-22
TIBBY AND TOSEY,

kl(ty had been to tie charity ball, and
the charity bali was very fashionable
there was 10 doubt about that. Kitty
had eaten late supper, returned home,
gone to bed and to sleep; there was no
doubt of that. She recolIccted distinctly
throwing one shoe under the bed and
the other into corner, saying "Good
night" to her own figure in the looking
glass, twisting the figure of BUTTERFLY
till her fingers ached before she discov-
cred that II was not the gas stopper, and
then laughing sleepily at all her mis-
takes. She even remembered the fist
dream Of her sleep, which was something
about Clarity diamonds, chicken-salad,
lancers, and ice cream waltzes.
No; there was no doubt that she had
gone through all this; yet there she was,
staring In at the windows of the great
ballroom, and tie ball was just COM
mencing. Could she have gone to sleep
on the window sill in some mysterious
manner. No; she was outside, and
standing IN the air, with somebody
holding on to her haad
ooh, DEAR thought Kitty, mournfully,
Il must have drank some wine somehow
How strange it isl I wonder how I
came here! But what cold Aand holds
mine; ats not papa's, for it makes me
shiyer. He must be horrid. I won't
look at him. Sop
There did not seem TO be much need of
the resolve, however, for the person who
held her hand did not move nor seem
to care whether she saw him or not, but
quietly looked in with her. So, at last,
like most girls, Kittys curiosity got the
better OF her, and she cautiously glanced
out Of the corners of her eyes.
Beside her she saw an old man. His
beard and hair were long and white, and
dropped about his neck and shoulders,
like falling snow, Upon his head was
lightly placed IS crown, as Of frost work,
so delicate was its texture. Robes, long
and dark, ancs cold to look at, fell in
broad folds from his shoulders, and were
held TO his waist by girdle of twink
ling stars. He was gazing in at the bril-
liant assemblage with sad, melancholy
look upon his face.
Kitty looked at his robes.
How very old-fashioned p she
thought; Sand aged, very aged"
Yes" murmured the old man; "old,
very old"
Kitty started. He read her thoughts,
evidently. She was sorry now she had
thought it, he looked so sad.
''Who are you''' asked Kitty timidly:
'Esnd why have you brought me HEREOF
Il anu tie Cold Night" said the old
man, slowly turning his eyes toward her.
His eyes were sharp and piercing, yet
full OF kindness. land / have brOu ght
you here that you might see how great
your charity is, for heard this was a
charity ball"
''9es, said Kitty neryously.
4 am a friend of the poor" continued
the Cold Night; "and I love to see char
ity." E(e looked back into the ball-room
as he spoke. "You see all your friends
here's"
yes said Kitty, Frightening up, and
gazing inside with something of a proud
look. There's Florry Hall right before
the window now. She has those beaut-
full solitaire diamonds in her ears. Oh,
dear, how brlghtthey look. I wish had
them"
'But you had the handsomest DRESS"
said the Cold Nigh, sadly.
"Oh, yes" exclaimed Kitty, quickly.
at was of the richest silk, and cost sever
al hundred dollars. Papa was so kind
''And was it bought for charity2n asked
the Cold Night.
why no. answered Kitty, IN surprise.
@Fo- nae, OF course"
>'But the ball is for charity9n
Kitty began to be bewildered by so
much catechising; and she was much
relieved when he led her away.
They descended to the grand entrance,
where he pointed out two little beggars,
q boy and q girl, who fd He'd and sang,
and asked a penny OF the rich people de-
icending from the carriages.
r. 'sYou passed them by to-night2'
''Yea, > said Kitty, ''but they are horrid
beggars." The Cold Night was silent,
and Kitty was afraid she might have said
something wrong, so SIC added: s'And
common street fiddlers."
But the Cold Night said nothing.
They both watched the little duo,
Tosey aud libby, the Cold Night said.
and drew nearer to hear what they would
say. People, rich with money and great
in charity, carefully passed them by, for
they were ragged baggars, and fddled
and sang. twas cold, very cold; and
Tosey played very, very slowly, while the
breath of Tibbys Uuiyerinp nlaint disan.