The Clay City times. [volume] (Clay City, Ky.) 1901-current, 1914-12-17
CHAPTER !.
NV Novelette,,

My Novelette,.
While 7 was playing the part of DR..
Della Whitmore in the photo-comedy-
drama. Chip of the Flying U" the
Iower.That-Is in the moving.picture
company that was producing the play
suggested that write my impressions
q this story in the form of ehort
,avcl. The deeper | entered into the
rt Of the little DOCTOR" as | was
He'd in the play, the more charmed
1.oama with the entire production.
TAa result was that l approached my
task OF novelizing my impressions of
tiis story, not with halting pen, but
with gusto. and on a typewriter speed
lag under the manipulation of fingers
that were glad to work.
/ mas first remind you that Chip
az the Flying U" is novel by d. NJ.
over, and that from this novel the
l.otoplay in which played the lead
ing part was dramatized for the cam
era. Goth the novel and the photo
lay unfold the story from the view
point of the principal nan character,
I.amely, Chip. In this novelette, OF
mine. however, ! am presenting the
story entirely from the viewpoint of
the principal woman character,
namely, DR.. Della Whitmore. the part
watch / played with all my heart be-
cause of my love for this refresh
ilgly sweet character and my fond
ness for all the other ,chara tiers in
this DELIGHTFUL story of a Montana
ranch. Therefore now, as the tale
of the photoplay unfold to you just az
itimpressed me during its production.
you should remember that am writ
irg for the heroine, in the first person
Singular. Hence the one who is telling
this story now is Della Whitmore,
Nj. D.-"the little doctor"
l, Della Whitmore, in the morning
of my life-I was in the early twenties
and in the evening Of my day--it
was about 500 p. m.-arrived home
from college. With me was my class
mate, Cecil Granthum. Did say home
from college? l should have said
home from college plus home from
also a three years course in a hos
p.tal. For both Cecil and myself were
row, this evening at 500 p. NJ, full
fedred N. DIS. We had both been
graduated from the medical college
and both had finished our necessary
training in the hospital. OF course all
we had to show Tor our pains up TO
this minute were several nice, clean,
beribboned diplomas. Neither OF us
Lad as yet had a real all-toourselves
ratient. We hadn't even shingle to
hang cut. We hadn't even a place
where we could hang out the single
evcn ii we'd had a sign of that kind
Nv home was In the city OF New
York. The ruler and sovereign OF that
home was my bachelor brother. Jack
Whitmore. For some reason people
always called Jack the "old man
though goodness knows Jack wasn't so
awfully old. Fact is, he wasn't very
much. older than |, his sister. sup
pose people called Jack the old man
for no more sane reason than that
which caused them to call me the
little doctor" For ! was not so aw'
fully little. you know. was tall
enough and strong enough to support
the form Of the huskiest OF sick men,
II he needed such support. clean across
hospital ward.
Now this evening, at eight, when Ce-
ell and 7 had removed our wraps and
had been thoroughly kissed by my
brother Jack. the first important thing
Jack told Us was the following:
Della" said he, 'Tye bought 9
ranch In Montana"
"Ranchi Montana" ! exclaimed.
"Goodnessl What for?"
"It's called The Flying u" he re-
Piled, "and I'm going to take posses
sion at once"
Whereupon in sheer transports OF
Joy at the prospect OF taking posses
sion of his Montana ranch he kissed
us both again.
Oh, yes, Jack was not sparing In
his kisses when Cecil was around. II
was supposed, don't you see, 20 be
Just brOtherly kiss for both Cecil and