The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 21, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 28, 1915 Page: 2 of 8
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CORDELL. OKLA, HERALD-SENTINEL
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Novel published by G. W. Dillingham
Co. Writtan by B. M. Bower. Picture
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The Salic Polyacopa Company.
Claude Bennett arouses his father's dis-
pleasure because of hla preference for
painting rather than banking. He be-
comes a cowboy on the Flying U ranch
where he ia known as Chip. Dr. Delia
whltemore, sister of the owner of the
Flying U. la Chip's mother's doctor In
Whereat, as the result of the heavy
pondering, the foreman told It to go
to work—and handed him a stable-
broom. And the boys stood around
gaping with surprise as It went to
work like a house afire and swept that
■table as it had never been swept In
all its history for generations prior to
the time that my brother had bought
the Flying U. The way It swept out
that stable solidified him somewhat in
the estimation of the boys and the fore-
man and they decided that such a very
lieluva of a worker as that Bhould have
ome name other than It. Whereupon,
there and then, one of them happened
to remark that It worked and took
the whole Joshing like he had a chip
on his shoulder.
"Chip!" exclaimed the foreman.
"Chip!" cried the cowboys in cho-
And that'e how It became Chip—and
Chip he remained, as my brother'a
letter stated, up to the present writ-
Such was the introduction of Chip
.to the Flying U. Not a soul of them
knew who Chip really was. And now,
•with my brother's letter before me, I
solemnly swore that never, no never,
'would I divulge the Becret of the Iden-
tity of Chip—no, only over "my dead
'body—whatever that means—would
my brother or any member of the Fly-
ing U company ever get from me the
real name and identity of Chip. How
That night when I lay me down to
■leep on my nice swansdown—when I
laid my golden hair on that pillow, I
■ay—yes, I have golden hair—and
•when I closed my blue eyee In Bleep—
yes, I have blue eyes—I had my broth-
er's letter under my pillow and In my
tnlnd was thought of how sweet It was
to possess a deep, dark secret con-
nected with this tall, bronzed-faced—
yes, I was sumi he waB tall and
bronsed-faced—man whom the Flying
IU knew only as Chip, but whom I, Dr.
Delia Whltmore, knew to be none
lother than the son of the millionaire
Ibanker, Bennett—the Bon who had
ichucked his Job In his father's bank
end had given his mother "nerves"
end had thus supplied a "first case"
Ifor Dr. Delia Whltmore—I alone knew,
Si say, that Chip was Mr. Claude Den-
My Vacation Begins.
So four years passed. Cecil and I
Were now in our middle twenties—and
any aspersion cast upon us by friend
or foe to the effect that we were In
the old-maid class, waB Instantly
•purned with utmost scorn. No! we
found that we had only Just now be-
gun to know real wisdom and to enjoy
real life. We bad both achieved suc-
cess as doctors of medlctne; and,
though we still occupied my brother's
New York house, we were now no
longer free tenants. We paid our rent
monthly, punctiliously and proudly.
Yes, our shingles had been hanging
out In sight of the world for four long
years that bad passed really with sur-
prising quickness, so busy had we
been kept by our patients.
Mrs. Bennett, the dear soul, had sent
us patients galore. All New York so-
fciety was our patient, specially for
nerve cases. Any woman with nerves
and a bag of money would call us up
and take either of us—didn't make
any difference to the patient which
one of us came. And by the time Ce-
cil or I had given that nerve case a
good tongue-lashing and made her get
out of bed and go to work at some-
thing useful that would occupy her
mind and nerves—I say by the time
we finished with any such patient, the
■aid woman with the money bage be-
came our real friend and would send
big, fat checks. Also the patients
would call us In when actual sickness
overtook any member of their families,
bo that Cecil and I became known as
"the doctors to the Four Hundred."
And now, at the end of our fourth
year of hard work, I began to Indulge
in thoughts of that vacation on the
Flying U which I had promised my
brother I would take. About this
time Mrs. Bennett telephoned to come
right over to see her, as she had a
bad case of nerves again, not, she said,
as the result of bad news, but in con-
sequence of extra good news from
"the front." Now I knew "the front"
meant the Flying U, where Chip was
at work, bo—well, it 1b extraordinary
bow fast a woman doctor can get from
her office to the house of her patient
when said patient la the mother of a
Mrs. Bennett was in bed with
nerves. I made her get right up and
dress herself and come out for a mo-
tor ride—in her own motor, of course,
not mine. And during this ride I In-
duced her to tell me of the good news
from the "front" that had so com-
pletely "prostrated" her.
The news was this. Chip had been
made foreman of the Flying U ranch.
You can't imagine what a lump
came into my throat. Maybe it was
a lump of Joy, maybe It was gratitude
to my brother for giving Chip a pro-
motion—but I'm Inclined to think It
was a lump of satisfaction and pride
at learning that Chip, my Chip, the
friend of my secret thoughts—satis-
faction at learning that he, after four
years of hard work, had reaped reward
in the form of foremanshlp of my
brother's big ranch. It was so good
to know that one's secret friend, who
had been riding range dutifully and
efficiently for four years, had succeed-
ed; while I, hla unknown friend, had
reaped my own reward in the same
time while riding the canyons of the
great city dutifully and efficiently on
my way to and from a constantly in-
creasing number of patients.
"How did Chip get his promotion?"
"It seems," Mrs. Bennett replied,
"that the thing that led Immediately
to his rise In position and raise in
wages waB because he rode a wild
horse that no other cowboy in Mon-
tana would dare mount."
"Good!" I ejaculated, with so much
enthusiasm that Mtb. Bennett looked
at me In astonishment.
"One would think," she said, "that
you had a personal Interest in my
son's advancement. Why, you've
never met him."
"No," 1 said, "I was Just crying a
'bravo' such as I would cry for any
human being who had struggled to
make good and had won."
"Well," Mrs. Bennett said, "It seems
that thiB wild horse was named Sil-
ver. Sliver was what my boy calls
'some wild broncho.' Anyway, Doctor
Whltmore"—notice this doctor Btuff,
please—"anyway, dear Doctor Whlt-
more, my boy to the astonishment and
dismay of the whole ranch outfit—
that's what Chip callB it—outfit—well,
to their utter terror, Chip one day
made them help him put a Baddle on
that Silver horse."
" 'I'll break this horse or die In the
attempt,' my Bon told them.
"Well, my son got on that horse—
and he stayed on. The owner of the
ranch—Chip has never written me his
name—saw my son riding that wild
and dangerous horse—from a distance.
And when Chip at last conquered that
beaet the owner sent for Chip and as-
sembled all the cowboys and told them
he was going to make Chip the fore-
man of the ranch and wanted to know
If anyone had any objection. And
that's how my son comes now to be
foreman of the Flying U. I'm bo
grateful to the owner. I wonder who
he can be."
I never once let on to Mrs. Bennett
that the owner was my own brother
Jack. No, ma'am! That was newB
too good to tell. I kept that a secret
along with my other Becret that I
meant to keep from my brother and
the boys of the Flying U, namely, the
identity of Chip.
The result of this motor ride with
Mrs. Bennett—please note that I got a
check for $60 for that motor ride for
"professional attendance"—after that
ride. I say, and after hearing that good
newB about Chip, I returned home and
wrote at once to my brother that I
had now earned that promised vaca-
tion good and plenty and would come
to the Flying U to spend the two
months of July and August—provided
I could get all my patients Into shape
for leaving them. It was decided that
Cecil Granthum would Join me at the
Flying U in August, as soon as she,
in her turn, could fix It up with her
patients and her "assistants" In the
The letter from brother In answer to
mine made me nearly cry with laugh-
ter. He wrote, saying that my letter
had precipitated practically a stam-
pede of cowboys on his ranch, and
that the leader of the stampede was
none other than his new foreman.
My brother informed me further
that all the boys, Including Chip, sup-
posed that the "old man'B" sister, be-
ing a doctor and his sister at the same
time, must be an old maid.
And Chip had said, "Ain't It hades!"
He used the shorter and uglier word,
of course—but remember that I am
writing now as Dr. Delia Whltmore.
so muet use the language of polite
society in the effete East.
"Ain't It hades!" Chip had cried.
"We'll now have a woman on the
place! Oee! Two whole months we'll
have to stand for that she-doctor—that
old maid, the 'old man'B' sister!"
"Ain't it the limit!" the cowboys
cried, as they assembled at theUunk
house to talk over the news. "A
woman on the place. And an old maid
at that! Here we've had four years
of comfort and Independence and no
woman's thumb to go up or down to
decide our fate as to this or that—and
now, all of a sudden—now comes the
"Ain't It something fierce!" ex-
claimed Patsy, the ranch cook. "Here
I'vfc never once had to clean out thiB
kitchen In four years. And now, a
woman coming! It makeB me sick. I
suppose I'll have to clean out this
kitchen—after I've got everything
shipshape Just the way I want It, all
so convenient, too."
And so they discussed the coming
of Dr. Delia Whltmore. And my
brother wrote that Chip, In particu-
lar, seemed loatk *<> accept with squa-
nlmlty the coming of a woman, be-
cause Chip in particular did not seem
to relish the idea of consorting with
anyone from civilized society, es-
pecially anyone from New York.
And Just as I was packing my trunk
to make my start for Montana, there
came a second letter from my brother
saying that he had ordered Chip to go
with the buckboard on the appointed
day and drive the twenty miles to the
railroad town, there to lay In wait for
the coming of the train that would
bring his sister. And Chip, it Beems.
had studied the time tables with mo-
roseness and sullenness, not to Bay
cursing under his breath at the4cqm-
lng of "the old maid doctor."
"Aha!" That's the way the villalneas
In the play always Is supposed to cry,
Is It not? "Aha!" I cried. "Chip is to
meet me. And Chip alone! Oh goody,
goody! Won't I have eome fun with
Chip. Old maid Indeed! I'll show
Two hours later I was in the Pull-
man on my way to Montana and the
Flying U—and Chip.
My Ride to the Flying U.
In Montana, with the mountains on
one side and the valley on the oth6r—
the valley in which lay my brother's
ranch, the Flying U—the train was
speeding toward the railroad town at
which I was to detrain. A whistle
blew—and oh, how excited I became!
I was now, in a moment, to meet the
hero of my dreams, the tall, bronzed-
faced man of my fancy, the scion and
heir of the Bennett millions, the dir-
ling of the heart of my first patient,
The train stopped. I alighted with
my Bultcase. I looked about for Chip.
But no tall, bronzed-faced man ap-
peared. There appeared only two per-
sons. These two persons seemed to be
the sole Inhabitants of Montana.
One of these two persons was
dressed like a Montana station agent
—with a gun. The other waa a boy
dressed like a Montana boy—with a
gun. To these two gunmen I ad-
dressed this remark:
"I am Doctor Delia Whltmore!"
"Hully Gee!" cried the boy. "It's
"Smokes!" cried the station agent.
"It's you. Say, we—all In our midst
unanimous thought you was—well, ex-
cuse me, did you Bay your name was
Dr. Delia Whltmore?"
"Yes!" I snapped with asperity.
"Where's Foreman Chip?"
"Kid," said the station agent, "beat
it over to the Red Dog saloon and tell
Chip the dame has came."
The boy "beat It."
"Chip's over to the Red Dog drink-
ing saBsparllla, miss," the agent vol-
unteered. He seemed to put particular
stress on that soft drink word, sarsa-
"Humph!" i grunted. I had never
heard anyone use the word "Humph!"
outside of novels, until I heard Mr.
Chip la Made Foreman.
Bennett, Sr., the banker, use it re-
peatedly whenever his wife or I spoke
of his son as so successful in his ranch
career. "Humph!" the elder Bennett
would always grunt at such time, as if
in utter disgust, yet with a sly, furtive
note of satisfaction and Becret paternal
love in his tone.
So now I grunted "Humph!" in that
same way of disgust, yet I'm sure with
that same secret note of satisfaction
—satisfaction at learning that Chip
drank only sarsaparilla.
And now, the boy returned. And be-
hind him came—yes, I was sure it was
the Chip of my dreams, too. My dreams
had been prophetic. He was tall—and
he was bronzed-faced—and he had a
fine Roman nose and cameo-cut fea-
tures—and the long tapering hand of
an artist, even though he was dressed
in the latest fashion of Montana chap-
areros and wide brimmed sombrero
and a red bandanna knotted pictur-
esquely about his open-shlrted throat.
"Mr. Chip," I said, to place him at
his ease, "I hope you are none the
worse for your sarsaparilla."
You never saw such a look of sur-
prise and consternation on any man's
face as I saw on Chip's face when he
firBt beheld the "old mad maid doc-
tor." He was looking for a putty-faced,
flat chested, low heeled, sour vlsaged
lady of uncertain years and a profes-
sional pair of spectacles covering her
sunken eyes on a face sicklied o'er
with the pale cast of thought. Of that
I waa certain.
But I must confess that Chip was a
good actor. After his first Involuntary
start of astonishment, he never again,
from that moment onward, showed the
least surprise at my youth or my
French heels or my radiant face or my
non-spectacled blue eyes that looked so
directly into hla, hoping to disconcert
Yea, from the very first, I tried to
tease this man Chip. I wanted to get.
square with him for thinking of Jack's
sister—his boss* sister—as an old
maid. Secondly, and more Important,
I wanted to punish him dreadfully for
the many hours I had wasted on him,
dreaming of him as my hero and keep-
ing secret from Mrs. Bennett the fact
that her son was employed by my
brother. So that's why, now, I re-
ferred bo pointedly to his sarsaparilla.
"It would be a good thing, Doctor
Whltmore," he replied, with studied
politeness, "if women doctore the coun-
try over would recommend sarsaparilla
for their patients Instead of brandy or
whisky. Sarsaparilla is Insurance
against impoliteness. And that's more
than I can say for the stronger stuff."
"Is that a rebuke or professional ad-
vice?" I asked, trying my best not to
"Give me those bags," replied Chip,
Ignoring me, and addressing the sta-
tion agent with the gun and the boy
with the gun. And with his mighty
arms, Chip flung my trunk up on the
buckboard as If it were indeed itself
a mere chip.
And so he said "Git app!" to the
horses and we started for the ranch, I
Bitting close beside him, with my
French heels well In view and the
feathers on my bat tickling him every
time that buckboard gave a lurch on
the uncertain highway that led to the
Did Chip talk? Not so's you'd no-
tice it. He had evidently contracted
the habit of silence from the all-sur-
rounding hills. Laconic was no name
for It. Every time I addressed a re-
mark to him he would reply "Yes!" or
he would reply "No!"
Finally, when we were about half
way, however, I espied an animal such
as I had never seen before, but which
looked to me like a dog. This animal
sped swiftly across the road in front of
"Look at the dog I" I cried. "Whose
dog is that?"
"Humph!" he grunted, Just like his
august and millioned father. "That's
"Yes. Dog family—but no good. See
that gun back there! I took a shot at
a coyote on my way out—but missed
"Oh, bo you're not a crack shot!" I
said, sweetly. "I supposed all real
cowboys were sharpshooters and could
shoot an eye out of a coyote with the
rifle at the hip."
Just then he stopped the horses.
"Look!" he cried, somewhat excited.
"There's that coyote now! See him
in there—look!—in the sage brush-
standing still and gaping at us. I'm
going to try my luck again."
"Don't," I said. "Your lucky day
isn't Just now. Give me that rifle."
He viewed me in a dazed way as if
to ask what I, a city girl, could pos-
sibly know about a rifle in conjunction
with a coyote.
You ne^er saw such a look of won-
derment and distress on the face of a
human being as was on Chip's face
now as I took the rifle, sighted it, fired
—and hit that coyote.
"Doggone me! If you haven't potted
him!" he exclaimed, and for the first
time Mr. Claude Bennett condescended
to look me straight in my blue eyes In
admiration and esteem.
I had gone up about forty notches in
his estimation and I knew it. He let
me see that very plainly. I had shot
and killed a coyote at a hundred paces
—and that's more than Mr. Claude
Bennett had done that day. Hence his
abject admiration now as he sprang
from the wagon and went and got that
dead coyote and put it in the buck-
"I must show that to the boys," he
"Why?" I asked. "Why show It to
the boys in particular. Why not show
it to my brother?"
"Just because," he replied, Just like
"Because what?" I Insisted.
"I'm glad you shot that coyote," he
"Why glad?" I persisted.
"Well, confound it! If you must
know, Doctor Whltmore, I'm glad you
shot that coyote because it will make
you hep with the boys."
And again he looked me square In
the eye and I could see now that he
was not bo sure of himself as he had
been before that coyote met his un-
timely end. His armor of opposition
to having a woman on the ranch was
growing momentarily so thin that I
could now, I was sure, push my finger
through it and rip it all off.
"You're some skirt, believe me!"
he said. "I'm doggone proud, Doctor
Whltmore, to have the honor of driv-
ing you and your baggage to the Fly-
ing U and to express the hope that you
will remain in our midst Indefinitely."
"A few days only," I replied, seeing
his face fall at once. "Only a few
days. I have already noted the ad-
verae winds that blow on this mesa.
And as I'm the shorn lamb, I think of
going speedily away from this region
to where the winds are tempered to
such as I. I thank you, however, for
your desire that I continue with you
His face was now two yards long
and he forgot to whip the off horse
which was lagging lazily. The battle
was on between Dr. Diella Whitmore
and Chip of the Flying U.
My Life la Saved by Chip.
Now it came to pass that when we
were approaching the Flying U head-
quarters house, something happened
which would have shocked the nerves
of any girl fresh from the city, except
yours truly, Dr. Delia Whltmore.
We were riding along a ridge. Down
below, at a clump of trees, I beheld a
mad lot of riders arriving at a certain
cottonwood with a man whom they
were going to hang. Chip looked, too,
And, did I fancy I saw a smile curving
his lips—or was it Just simply the nat-
ural smile that seemed always to lurk
about his mobile mouth?
Anyway, It was the suspicion that he
smiled, that made me take philosophic-
ally all that my blue eyes now beheld.
Instead of crying out in horror and
dismay and making a scene—as I
learned afterward I was expected to do
—I merely kept a closed mouth.
I saw those wild men on the cayuses
at the cottonwood put a rope around
the neck of the man on the horse and
prepare to hang him, It certainly was
a critical moment for the man with the
rope around his throat. But upon
closer inspection, I saw the trick. This
whole scene bad been planned especial-
ly for my benefit, that was quite ob-
vIoub. For I now perceived—so good
were my eyes—that the man to be
hanged was not a man at all, but only
a dummy, an effigy.
What spoiled their farce for my
benefit more than anything else, how-
ever, was that now the horse carrying
the effigy bolted. YeB, that horse was
running away. The runaway sped up
the incline and w^s coming along the
road directly toward us. There was
no room for this flying cayuse to pass
us with the floundering effigy strapped
on his back and flinging itself wildly
from Bide to side of the road. The run-
away horse would run right onto ub—
right into our buckboard and would
undoubtedly scare our own horses bo
that we would have a double runaway
on our own hands and perhaps be
killed before ever my brother could
welcome me after our four years'
What did Chip do? Chip was right
there with presence of mind. He
wheeled our horses and plunged pell
mell down the steepest embankment
in the whole world. And he started
rolling down that awful steep embank-
ment not a moment too soon, either.
For Just as we got safely off the nar-
row road above, the runaway horse
with the efllgy shot past. An accident
had been averted only by a hair's
On down that fearsome precipice we
careened in the buckboard, the horses
scarcely abl- to hold the vehicle—our
wheels rolling over boulders and shoot*
ing us way up in the air first on the
right, then on the left, precipitating me
bodily again and again into the stal-
wart armB of one Chip, and flinging
him bodily again and again athwart
my lap, bo that at times it eeemed as
if the natural law of gravitation Itself
was being helped, by this wild fierce
ride down the precipice, to literally
"throw" us together.
At last we reached the bottom, how?
ever. My hair was all down. My
Jacket was all mussed up. And Chip
looked actually pale.
Even in that delightful moment
when everybody should give thanks to
their Creator for the sparing of life and
limb, I could not forbear to tease the
gritty Chip. So I never for a second
let him see that I understood that he
had saved my very life and that hence-
forth, as they say in novels, I owed my
life to this hero. No, what I said to
him, waa this:
"You were Just trying to frighten
me, weren't you—riding down that ter
rible place like that?"
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
FALSE AND HONEST PRIDE
The One Is to Be Discouraged Moat
Strongly; the Other One of the
Beat of Aaaets.
There is a Bort of pride that lifts
a man to his true level and gives
him a power and prestige. It is pride
with respect behind it, pride with
enthusiasm as a part, and pride
flanked with a worthy record and
Unless you take pride in your work,
unless ycu glory in doing things that
count, unless there grows within you
a confident feeling that there is an ac-
cumulated reserve force and strength
of character through the working out
of the day's plans, there is loBt to you
the thrill that puts you into the game
a continually happy man or woman.
Honest pride is a vital asset
You will never allow yourself to
do Inferior work if your pride remains
Be too proud to be dishonest. Be
too proud to do less than your best
Be too proud to place yourself on
the level with those whose life plans
are base or unworthy. Be too proud
to let a day pass without something
new learned or something helpful ac-
But banish false pride—the sort
that eats away your personal Inde-
pendence and freedom, cramps you
and leaves you small and narrow in
mind. Be what you are openly and
frankly. Then you can match eyes
steadily with the strongest—Selected.
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which meant that while the obealty
continued the compensation must be
paid. The Houbo of Lords, however,
decided the other way, and the man
will have to set to work to reduce hla
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Colds, fevers and germ diseases are
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leave them weak. In convalescence, In
fact, at any time when suspicion Is
aroused by a lame, aching back, rheu-
matic pains, headaches, dizziness or dis-
ordered urine, the use of Doan's Kidney
Pills Is a stitch In time that may avoid
serious kidney disease.
No other medicine Is so widely used, to
freely recommended or so generally «uc-
An Oklahoma Case
carpenter, 414 W.
Grand Ave., Okla-
homa City, Okla.,
says: "Shortly af-
ter a fall, my back
began to ache ter-
ribly and got In-
tensely weak. I
couldn't stoop and
small, black specks
floated In front of
my eyes. Know-
ing that my kid-
neys were disor-
dered, I used
Pills. They helped
me right away and
gradually, all the
ailments left me. I know that Doan's
Kidney.Pills can be depended on."
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Gunsenhouser, M. H. The Herald-Sentinel. (Cordell, Okla.), Vol. 22, No. 21, Ed. 1 Thursday, January 28, 1915, newspaper, January 28, 1915; (gateway.okhistory.org/ark:/67531/metadc168547/m1/2/: accessed January 22, 2019), The Gateway to Oklahoma History, gateway.okhistory.org; crediting Oklahoma Historical Society.