"Hasn't it, by gum! Look at this." The farmer capered about the room.
"Every bit o' pain's gone. I'll buy every drop of that balm you've got.
That's why I had you brought back. But sit down, and eat, man--eat!"

They simply squandered hospitality on Nickie the Kid that night; they had
neighbours in to see him; they had music, and Dr. Crips sang, and danced,
and drank, and made love to Miss Dickson out under the elderberries. Out
under the elderberries, for the edification of Millie Dickson, Nicholas
Crips was a medical man of high attainments, but the victim of
extraordinary vicissitudes. It was very touching, most romantic. Nickie
lied with great splendour. He displayed no little aptitude in the
character of Don Juan too. Miss Dickson thought him a perfect dear.

Returning to the house for supper, Nickie and the ingenuous Millie
loitered by the open kitchen window, and Nickie saw and heard things of
no little interest to him professionally. Farmer Dickson and three
neighbours were comparing bottles of Dr. Crip's Celebrated Healing
Mixture.

"Anyhow," said one, "I'll swear his nibs sold me this ez a cure fer pip
in chickens."

"And he told me this was a dead sure cure fer corns 'n' ingrowin'
toe-nail," ejaculated another.

"I bought this bottle fer me diabetes," explained Coleman. "He said it ud
root out diabetes in nine hours."

Farmer Dickson shook his bottle, and looked at it very dubiously. "It