A Baby Suffragist

Little Jessie s papa is in Kansas, and ehe was told that ho was coming home to vote. "And what is to vote?" she asked. She was told the vote was a little slip of paper with a name on it, and that every man could put such a slip in a box, telling whom they wanted, Harrison or Cleveland, and the one who got the most votes would be president. "And will my papa vote?" "Oh, yes," was the reply. "And won't yon vote too?" she asked. "Indeed I wonld if they would let me, but they won't let me vote at all." "Who won't let you?" she exclaimed indignantly. "I think it's awful mean, for God didn't say you mnstn't vote, did he?" "Oh, no. It is only the men who say so." Then, being just ready for bed, she said her "Now I lay me'' and "God bless papa," etc, bnt bef ore the amen she said: "Now wait a minute. I want to ask God something else," and with intense earnestness she exclaimed, qui vering in her escitement, "And, God, won't you make the president put those men in