mixture. "Cures rheumatism in two hours. Gives instant relief in cases of
neuralgia and sciatica. A little to be rubbed on the affected parts night
and morning."

The woman took the bottle, examined it closely, shook it up, and said,
"It looks good."

"It's invaluable, madam," replied Nickie, with quiet conviction. "No
family should be without it. Two shillings, if you please."

The woman took a bottle, and when leaving, Nickie the Kid turned and
said, "I shall be back this way in a week, and shall do myself the honour
of calling on you for a testimonial, if I may?"

At the next farm-house Nickie had a man to deal with. The man began by
wanting to throw Dr. Crips over the fence, and ended by buying a bottle
of his Infallible Hair Restorer, and paying him half-a-crown for
professional advice in the case of a brown cow afflicted with mumps.

Nickie the Kid had put in the busiest day of his varied career, and here
he rested from his labours. With six and six in his pocket he could
afford luxuries. That night he slept in a bed at the Harrow Hotel, and
next morning breakfasted on grilled bacon and boiled eggs. Before
leaving, he sold the publican two bottles of the world-famous Healing
Mixture as a pick-me-up.

On the second day the doctor set out to cover as much ground as possible.
He was astute enough to recognise the wisdom of moving on before his
customers had time to compare notes. Before noon, he sold six bottles of
the Healing Mixture for influenza, two bottles of the Rheumatic Balm, and