. Livre du bleu royal . hébuniins: Sables disert. CH.MTHI: IV.LE TRIOMPHE DE LA CONFIANCE. En temps voulu, Joe le Jokesmith était à NewYork avec des liis fret précieux, qu'il hadno difficulté à obtenir à travers les tli tlie maison personnalisée comme antiquités. Son premier travail était alors de traduire et de taper-écrire un millier des anciennes comtes. Et puis, avec des voyous sur la façon dont il allait écraser le Joke Trust, il s'est hâté de se rendre à l'éditeur de tlie du Che&gt, Tnut Burr. En vain, la diplomatie oHice bov s'est efforcée de le tenir à l'écart; Joe a glissé pa-t-il comme de la fard et -a frappé le groupe encombrant de .1-Bor

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. Book of the Royal blue . hebuniins: disert sands. CH.MTHi: IV.THE TRIUMPH OF THE TRUST. In due time, Joe the Jokesmith was in NewYork with liis precious freight, which he hadno trouble in getting througli tlie custom houseas antiquities. His first work was then to translate and type-write a thousand of the ancient jests. Andthen with thouglits of how hi- would crush theJoke Trust, he sped hurriedly on his way to theoflice of tlie editor of The Che>tnut Burr. In vain the diplomatic oHice bov endeavoredto keep him out; Joe glided pa-t him like ashadow and -slapped the bulky bunch of .1-Borax bon mots down on the editors desk, saying, with a merrj smile, I guess that willhold you for a while! Shears, the editor, picked up the precioustypewritten slips with a serious face. He readtile first twenty-five wliih a puzzled look stoleover his ample wealth of face. The puzzledlook deepened to a baffling smile as still he read. At the thirty-seenth he stopped short andhanded them l)aek to Joe with a gesture of weari-. ness. Take them away, he groaned everyone of them is at least t hree thou.sand years old! But how he knew, Joe never found out. Was it editorial intuition or had the spies ofthe Joke Trust solved his secret and betrayed it? kr^tlK^dJjj BOOK OF THE ROYAL BLUE. MAIDENS THREE. A fair maid was Fortune, so fair, I declare I was tempted to woo, to my rueing.Though often shed smile and Ijeguile for awliiloMy heart, oh! I found by my wooing, That Fortune was fickle. Her smiles were a snare;Her beauty deceiving.Her promises—air. Ah, Fame, stately Fame, lured me next withpretextOf a friendship both strong and enduring.Deluded, I fell neath the spell of this belle.But her smiles were as false as alluring.And Fame, too, was fickle; My wooing was ain;Her friendship Ijrought nothingBut sorrow and pain.

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