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."Well—I'll be—doggoned!"Chip jumped half out of his chair, giving his lame ankle a jolt which made him grind his teeth."Darn it, Chip, did YOU do that?""It kind of looks that way, don't it?" Chip was plainly disconcerted, and his ankle hurt."H—m-m." The Old Man eyed it sharply a minute."It's a wonder you wouldn't paint in a howl or two, while you're about it.I suppose that's a mate to—doggone you, Chip, why didn't yuh tell us you painted that other one?""I didn't," said Chip, getting red and uncomfortable, "except the cow and—""Yes, except the part that makes the picture worth the paint it's done with!" snorted the Old Man."I must say I never thought that uh Dell!""Thought what?" flared Chip, hotly, forgetting everything but that the Little Doctor was being censured."It was her picture, she started it and intended to finish it.I painted on it one day when she was gone, and she didn't know it.I told her not to tell anyone I had anything to do with it.It wasn't her fault.""Huh!" grunted the Old Man, as if he had his own opinion on that matter."Well, it's a rattling good picture—but this one's better.Poor oleDiamond Bar—she couldn't come through with it, after all.She put up agood fight, out there alone, but she had t' go under—her an' her calf."He stood quiet a minute, gazing and gazing."Doggone them measly wolves!Why in thunder can't a feller pump lead into 'em like he wants t'?"Chip's heart glowed within him.His technique was faulty, his colors daring, perhaps—but his triumph was for that the greater.If men could FEEL his pictures—and they did! That was the joy of it—they did!"Darn them snarlin' brutes, anyway! I thought it was doggone queer if Dell could dab away all her life at nice, common things that you only think is purty, an' then blossom out, all of a sudden, with one like that other was—that yuh felt all up an' down yer back.The little cheat, she'd no business t' take the glory uh that'n like she done.I'll give her thunder when she gits back.""You won't do anything of the kind," said Chip, quietly—too quietly not to be menacing."I tell you that was my fault—I gave her all I did to the picture, and I told her not to say anything.Do you think I don't know what I owe to her? Do you think I don't know she saved Silver's life—and maybe mine? Forty pictures wouldn't square me with the Little Doctor—not if they were a heap better than they are, and she claimed every darned one.I'm doing this, and I'll thank you not to buy in where you're not wanted.This picture is for her, too—but I don't want the thing shouted from the housetops.When you go out, I wish you'd shut the door."The Old Man, thoroughly subdued, took the hint.He went out, and he shut the door.CHAPTER XVI.Weary Advises."I have a short article here which may interest you, Miss Della," said Dunk, coming out on the porch a few days later with a Butte paper in his hand.The Little Doctor was swinging leisurely in the hammock."It's about the picture," he added, smiling."The picture? Oh, let me see!" The Little Doctor stopped the hammock with her toe and sat up.The wind had tumbled her hair about her face and drawn extra color to her cheeks, and she looked very sweet, Dunk thought.He held out the paper, pointing a well-kept finger at the place he wished her to read.There was a rather large headline, for news was scarce just then and every little thing was made the most of.The eyes of the Little Doctor clung greedily to the lines."It is reported that 'The Last Stand' has been sold.The painting, which has been on exhibition in the lobby of the Summit Hotel, has attracted much attention among art lovers, and many people have viewed it in the last week.Duncan Gray Whitaker, the well-known mine owner and cattleman, who brought the picture to Butte, is said to have received an offer which the artist will probably accept.Mr.Whitaker still declines to give the artist's name, but whoever he is, he certainly has a brilliant future before him, and Montana can justly feel proud of him.It has been rumored that the artist is a woman, but the best critics are slow to believe this, claiming that the work has been done with a power and boldness undoubtedly masculine.Those who have seen 'The Last Stand' will not easily forget it, and the price offered for it is said to be a large one.Mr.Whitaker will leave the city to-morrow to consult the unknown artist, and promises, upon his return, to reveal the name of the modest genius who can so infuse a bit of canvas with palpitating life.""What do you think of that? Isn't the 'modest genius' rather proud of the hit she has made? I wish you could have seen the old stockmen stand around it and tell wolf stories to one another by the hour.The women came and cried over it—they were so sorry for the cow.Really, Miss Della, she's the most famous cow in Butte, just now.I had plenty of smaller offers, but I waited till Senator Blake came home; he's a crank on Western pictures, and he has a long pocketbook and won't haggle over prices.He took it, just as I expected, but he insists that the artist's name must be attached to it; and if you take his offer, he may bring the picture down himself—for he's quite anxious to meet you.I am to wire your decision at once
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