How Ruthie Worried Grover

It was evenins? .at tbe white house, and all was quiet. The head of the great nntion was reading beside a table ; the powerful body of the great head rested in easy negligee in a comfortable chair. He was reading the editoiials in the Squawkinville Statesïnan. In glowing terms and incontrovertible logic they uplk'ld the poliey of the administration. It was evening at the white house and all was quiet. But while he read bis wife and two eluldren entered the room. The great man save thein a pleasant smile and continued reading. It was a pleasant scène ; the great man, the beautiful woman and the happy chilares ; the beautiful woman busied with some handiwork and the children playlilg near by on the Hoor. 'Ihen the little girl eommenced to sing nursery songs in a low tone. She : " Monkey. monkey. barrel of beer. How iiuiny moitkevg are therf herc .' dm', two, tlm'e. out soeri he." As she sang the words slie pointed to the persons in tln room and ended with Grover. He heard her, and irowning tlightly, stirred in bis chair. "That's not pretty to sing to papa; Iluthie must sing somethlng else," saiJ the beautiful lady. Then after a little silence the childish voice tril'.ed out again : " Wire, briur, limber lock. Til ree jree.se in a ilock. One fiew east and one flevv west. Aud otie flew over the cuckoo's nest." The last word was drowned in a groan as the great man rose from his chair and fled hastily from the room. The lady followed hini. He left one of his slippers on the way. The little child went and looked at it in wonder. Then she dragged it after her parents. It was evening at the white house and all was (uiet.