A Rosy Future

Tliey were in the bell-tower, yesterJay, and she lenned her yellow-haired Sead on his agricultural shoulder and liatened to the mighty "tick! tack ! tick !" of the big clock. "We don't want such a big clock as that, do we, darling ?" ahe whispered. " No, iny little daisy," ho answered, as he hugged her a little closor ; " I kin buy a clock for $2 which '11 run three days to this clock's two. I've got her picked out alrendy !" "We'll be very, very happy," she sighed. "You bet we will! I've figured it right down flne, and I believe we can live on twelve eggs, one pound of sugar, ten pounds of flour and one pound of butter." "And you'll havo a bank account?" she pleaded. "I will, even if I have to buy a sec ond-hand one." "And will we keep a coachnvrn?" "Yes." "And have a piano ?" " Yes, darling." " And I can have some square pillows witli shams on them ?" "Yes, my tulip - yes; we'll sham every durned thing from cellar to garret, h.'ive the front door paintod blue, and - but less go 'n look at some secondhand cook-stoves !"