B. M. Bower

“ 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 ”

“ If he makes love like he does other things, there won’t any female girl dodge his loop, that’s straight. What about the pictures?”
“Well, he drew a picture of J. G. sliding down the kitchen steps, before he was out of bed. And he made a picture of Dunk, that time Banjo bucked him off—you saw that happen, I suppose—and it was great! Dunk was standing on his head in front of his horse, but I can’t show you it, because it blew out of the window and landed at Dunk’s feet in the path, and he picked it up and tore it into little bits. And he doesn’t play in Chip’s yard any more.” ”

“ And Dunk wouldn’t have sold the picture if he had known Chip painted it, and it was wrong, of course, but I did so want Chip to have some real encouragement so he would make that his life work. You know he is fitted for something better than cow-punching. And now the picture has made a hit and brought a good price, and he must own it. Dunk will be furious, of course, but that doesn’t matter to me—it’s Chip that I can’t seem to manage. ”