The Competitive Nephew
Before Seiden could protest further, however, Sternsilver had recovered from the partial hypnosis of Combination No. 6, and he gave tongue like a foxhound: 

 "Oe-ee tzuris!" he wailed. 

 "Koosh!" Fatkin cried, closing the door. "What do you want here?" 

 "You know what I want," Sternsilver sobbed. "You are stealing from me three hundred dollars." 

 Fatkin turned to Seiden and gazed at him reproachfully. 

 "Mr. Seiden," he said, "what for you are telling me that Sternsilver wouldn't get a cent with Bessie? And you are trying to get me I should be satisfied with a hundred dollars yet. Honestly, Mr. Seiden, I am surprised at you." 

 "Schmooes, Fatkin!" Seiden protested. "I never promised to give him nothing. Dreams he got it." 

 Sternsilver rose from his seat. 

 "Do you mean to told me that a greenhorn like him you would give three hundred dollars," he asked, "and me you wouldn't give nothing?" 

 "You!" Fatkin bellowed. "What are you? You are coming to me throwing a bluff that you got a relation by the name of Sternsilver, which he ganvers ten thousand rubles from Moser's Bank, in Kovno; and this afternoon yet, I find out the feller's name was Steinsilver—not Sternsilver; which he ain't got a relation in the world, y'understand. Faker!" 

 Sternsilver nodded his head slowly. 

 "Faker, am I?" he said. "All right, Mr. Fatkin; if I am a faker I will show you what I would do. You and this here Seiden fix it up between you, because I am all of a sudden sick in the hospital, that you steal away my Bessie and the three hundred dollars also. Schon gut! I would sue you both in the courts und fertig!" 

 "Sternsilver is right, in a way," Seiden said, "even though he is a bum. What for did you write me this letter, Fatkin?" 

 "Me write you that letter, Mr. Seiden!" Fatkin protested as he looked at the document in question. "Why, Mr. Seiden, I can't write printing. It is all I can do to write writing. And, besides, Mr. Seiden, until you are telling me about getting married, the idee never enters my head at all." 

 There could be no mistaking 
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