New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1879-01-01
TIBBY AND TOSEY.

Kitty had been to tie charity ball, and
the charity ball was very fashionable;
there was no doubt about that. Kitty
had eaten late supper, returned home,
gone to bed and to sleep; there was no
doubt of that. She recollected 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 a butterfly
till her fingers ached before she discov-
cred that it 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; vet there she was,
staring in at the windows of the great
ballroom, and the bali 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 hand!
"Oh, DEAR thought Kitty, mournfully,
Il must have drank some wine somehow
How strange it is! I wonder how
came here! But what cold hand holds
mine; It's not papa's, for it makes me
SILVER. 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 moye nor seem
to care whether she saw him or not, but
quietly looked in with her. So, at last,
like most girls, Kitty's 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 crown, as of frost-work,
so delicate was Its texture. Robes. long
and dark, and 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 brill
liant assemblage with sad, melancholy
look upon his face
Kitty looked at his robes.
How very old-fashionedr' she
thought; ''and aged, very aged.r
"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 youg" asked Kitty timidly:
'sand why have you brought me here::''
Il am the Cold Night" said the old
man, slowly turning his eyes toward her.
His eyes were sharp and piercing, vet
full of kindness. 'And l have brou yht
you here that you might see how great
yorr charity is, for heard this was a
charity bali
'Yes," said Kitty neryously.
II am friend Of the poor" continued
the Cold Night; "and / love to see char
ity:'' he looked mack into the ballroom
as he spoke. "You. see all your friends
here2''
Eyes, said Kitty, Frightening up, and
gazing inside with something Of proud
look. There's Florry Hall right before
the window now. She has those beauti-
full solitaire diamonds in her ears. Oh,
dear, how bright they look. wish / had
them"
But you had the handsomest DRESS y
said the Cold Nigh, sadly.
"Oh, yes" exclaimed Kitty, quickly.
It was of the richest silk, and cost sever
al hundred dollars. Papa was SO kind .
"And was it bought for charitya" asked
the Cold Night.