Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1900-09-13
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hat, and you make hole through the
trade mark in the crown"
1t was a nice, new straw hat Gre.
vile had sent east for it and it had come
by stage the day before. 1t had cost
him, express paid, $4.75. This, too, at a
time when anything he had left after
settling his mess and suffers and tai.
lor's bills, went into stick-pins and
candy and books and music and riding
whips for Miss Mivart. But he took off
the hat and gave it to her without even
4 lingering glance at that high-priced
trademark within. And he felt that il
was worth four times S4.75 when she
picked up the tattered remains, at last,
and asked that she might have them t.
hang in her room.
Then she looked down at her grimy
hand and considered the first finger,
crooking it.open and shut. 81 think it's
going to SWELL" she pouted THAT is
perfectly awful trigger to pull"
The next morning it was Burton's
turn. Greville was over on the range
now, vainly trying to bring his record
up to where Burton's was. This time
Miss Mivart fired at a white pasteboard.
box cover, and hit it three times out OF
twenty. She was jubilant, and so was
Burton, because she was making such
progress under his tuition.
That's an easy carbine to shoot,
isn't it?" she asked, as they wandered
home; at isn't at all hard to pull the
trigger"
Burton glanced at her, and she met
his eyes innocently. "It's just like any
other trigger" he told her.
Eyes, of course. And is that the very
same carbine you use in the competi-
tion-the one you shot with yester-
day, and will use this afternoon when
you finish up?"
He told her that it was.
WELL" she said, oomplacently, 81
think I'm doing very nicely, don't you.
hit the target three times, and my
first finger doesn't hurt bit-this
morning"
That afternoon the competition
came to an end, with Burton a good
many points ahead of Greville. And
that night there was the big hop. 1t
had been understood from the first that
the man who won was to take Miss
Mivart to the hop. So she went over
with Burton, and gave him one-third of
her dances. Greville had another third
and the rest were open to the post at
large.
Greville did not look happy at all. 1t
was not the target record he minded.
He never thought about that. 1t was
having to go down the boardwalk to
the hop-room behind Burton, and to
watch Miss Mivart leaning on his arm
and looking up into his face from under
the white mists of her lace hood. He
was not consoled at all when she looked
up into his own face even more sweetly
at the beginning of the second dance,
and whispered that she was 80 sorry"
Now as the second dance had been
Greville's, the third was Burton's.
That was the way it had been arranged.
AS the band began the waltz, Miss
Mivart stood beside Greville in the CEN
ter of quite group. The commanding
officer was in the group, so was Bur-
tons captain, and so was the adjutant.
There were some others as well, and
also some women. Miss Mivart may
have chosen that position, or 1t may
simply have happened so.
Anyway, just as the waltz started,
Burton, light-hearted and light-footed,
came slipping and sliding over the
candle-waxed floor, and pushed his way
into the midst. ours" he said tri-
umphantly.
But Miss Mivart did not heed him at
once. She was telling them all how she
had learned to shoot carbine as well
as anyone, and they, the men, at any
rate, were hanging on her words.
"Mr. Greville taught me-" she said,
land so did Mr. Burton" This was the
first either had known of the others
part in it, and they exchanged look.)
"They taught me with their own car
bines, too. The very same ones they
used themselves in the competition.
But l shot best with Mr.. Burton's car
bine. He must have fixed his trigger to
pull more easily; it was almost like,
what do you call it, hair-trigger"
She looked about for an answer, and
saw on their faces stare of stony hor-
ror and surprise. They had moved a
little away from Burton, and the COM
handing officers steely eyes were on
his face. The face had turned white,
even with the sunburn, and Burton's
voice was just trife unsteady as he
spoke.
"This is our dance, l think, Miss Mi
vart," he said.
The innocent, round, blue orbs
looked just little coldly into his.
mo" she told him, 81 think you are
mistaken. 1t is Mr.. Greville's dance"
And she turned and laid her hand on
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