no more of your six, of your seven,--I know not how many parish!"
screamed the furious little Jew, turning on him.

"What means all this?" said my bewildered uncle.

"I tell you vat means it all!" the vindictive little impostor, tiptoeing
up to him, yelled at his cheek. "I make not vell my affairs in your
country; I vould return to Faderlant; for conwenience I carry dis
pappeer. I come here; I am suppose teaf; I accept de position to be your
companion, for if a man hear, you kill him tead soon vid your book and
your ten, twenty parish! I hear! you kill me! and I go!"

And, having obtained his moneys and his shirt, he went. That is the last
I ever saw of my little Iron-Clad. I remember him with gratitude, for he
did me good service, and he had but one fault, namely, that he was _not_
iron-clad!

As for my uncle, for the first time in his life, I think, he said never
a word, but stalked into the house. Dolly soon came running out to ask
what was the matter; Popworth was actually packing his carpet-bag! I
called Andrew, and ordered him to be in readiness with the buggy to take
the old gentleman over to the railroad.

"What! going?" I cried, as my uncle presently appeared, bearing his book
and his baggage.

"Nephew Frederick!" said he, "after this treatment, can you ask me if am
going?"

"Really," I shouted, "it is not my fault that the fellow proved an