Chip, of the Flying U by B. M. Bower
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will make you famous among cattlemen, at least. That is to say, out
West, here. And if you will sell it I am positive I can get you a high price for it." The eyes of the Little Doctor involuntarily sought the Morris chair in the next room; but Chip was looking out across the coulee, as he had a habit of doing lately, and seemed not to hear what was going on in the parlor. He was indifference personified, if one might judge from his outward appearance. The Little Doctor turned her glance resentfully to her brother's partner. "Do you mean all that?" she demanded of him. "I certainly do. It is great, Miss Della. I admit that it is not quite like your other work; the treatment seems different, in places, and--er-- stronger. It is the best picture of the kind that I have ever seen, I think. It holds one, in a way--" "By golly, I bet Chip took a pitcher uh that!" exclaimed Slim, who had been doing some hard thinking. "He was tellin' us last winter about ridin' up on that ole Diamon' Bar cow with a pack uh wolves around her, an' her a-standin' 'em off, an' he shot two uh the wolves. Yes, sir; Chip jest about got a snap shot of 'em." "Well, doggone it! what if he did?" The Old Man turned jealously upon him. "It ain't everyone that kin paint like that, with nothin' but a little kodak picture t' go by. Doggone it! I don't care if Dell had a hull apurn full uh kodak pictures that Chip took--it's a rattlin' good piece uh work, all the same." |
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