L'ONCLE SAMBUQ.

The truth of all this story is that a bad fellow, the black sheep of his family, had embarked as cabin boy on an American schooner, had gone to New York, and there died, poor and unknown. But in the country around Marseilles they thought that he was rich and that his nephew would get his property.

One day a sailor who was returning from the United States met Tréfume, and told him that he had seen Uncle Sambuq on the docks at New York, and that he had lost in a shipwreck the presents which had been entrusted to him. At first people said that Uncle Sambuq was rich; then that he had slaves and gold mines and everything else. Everybody envied Tréfume, and the latter was happy, believing himself rich.

One day they received a letter from the French ambassador in the United States, saying that Uncle Sambuq was dead; that was all; not a word about his property. They cried a little, then the wife asked: "Why does he not speak about the money?" "That would not be proper," answered Tréfume. "He will soon write another letter." The days passed and nothing arrived; at last Tréfume took it into his head (had the idea) to embark at Le Havre and to go to America. The immense ship, with its splendid cabins and its passengers, caused in him a religious awe, and he did not speak for a week; then, toward the end of his voyage, he remembered the object of his journey, and he asked the purser, who was very busy on the eve of landing, where he should go. "Those gentlemen will give you better information than I," said he, "for they are Americans, and are well acquainted with New York." The purser said this to get rid of Tréfume. These gentlemen were always alone and spoke to no one, and did not take kindly to the attempts of Tréfume to speak with them. Every time he approached them they turned him their backs. But they, too, made curious by the appearance of the strange man, asked the purser who he was, and the latter, a practical joker, answered: "You know that he is a detective disguised as a Marseilles fisherman, to get on the track of some robbers."

Thereupon the two Americans shut themselves up in their cabin, and did not even come out to admire the harbor of New York when everybody was on deck. Tréfume sought the French embassy everywhere at New York, but as he did not speak English he could get no information. Suddenly he caught sight of one of the two Americans whom he had seen on the ship. He ran after him, and at last the man took refuge in a saloon. "Good morning, sir," said Tréfume. "Hush," answered the other, who was really a robber, and who thought that Tréfume wanted to arrest him, "hush, here is fifty thousand francs, and if you leave New York by the _Bretagne_ this evening an unknown man will give you fifty thousand more." Tréfume did not understand a word of all this, but he was tired of New York, and he accepted the bargain. When he returned to Marseilles, he said that really the Americans do business very quickly, and that they are the foremost of the nations of the earth.