Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1900-08-08

over behind the barracks. Miss llivart
and 0reville went In the other direc
tiOn. by the back of the officers row,
over In the foothills across the creek.
0revtlle nailed the top Of q big red
pasteheard box to the trunk of tree,
and Niss Mivart hit 1t once out Of six
the head Of prairie dog at least TWEEN
ty feet away to the right The other
6fteen shots were scattered among the
foothills.
Then he's shoulder hurt her SO that
she was ready to cry. Greville would
have liked to have her cry upon his
own shoulder, but, as she didn't, he did
some fancy shooting to distract her.
He found q mushroom-can, and threw
It into the aid and filled 1t full Of holes,
She had seen Burton do the same thing
fact. from where she sat now. on q
lichen-covered rock, she could see the
mutilated can glittering in the sun,
over beyond the arroyo. So she thirst
ed for fresher sensations.
"I'u tell you," she said to Greville, as
he held up the mushroom-can for her
to inspect the eight holes he had made
with five shots. "let me toss up your
hat. and you make hole through the
trade e-mark in the crown"
1t was a nice, new straw hat. Gre
Vile had sent East for 1t and 1t had
come by stage the day before. 1t had
cost him. express paid, four dollars and
seventy-nve cents. This, too. at time
when anything he had left after set
Ting his mess and suffers and tailor's
bills, went into stick-pins and candy
and books and music and riding whips
for Miss Mivart. But he took of the
hat and gave II to her without even q
lingering glance at that high-priced
trade mark within. And he felt that 1t
was worth four times four dollars and
seventy-ive cents when she picked up
The tattered remains. at last, and ask
I'd If she might have them to hang in
her room.
Then she looked down at her grimy
hand and considered the first finger.
erooking 1t open and shut. II think
it's going to SWELL" she pouted. THAT
Is a perfectly awful trigger to pull
Greville did what any man might
have been expected to do. He caught
the hand and kissed It. Miss Mivart
looked absolutely unconscious Of it.
She might have been ten miles away
herself Greville. therefore, thought
that she was angry, and his heart was
filed with contrition. Yet he was old
and wise enough to be a first lieuten-
ant. He walked beside her back to the
post in a state Of humble detection she
could not understand. The next morn
Ing 1t 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:
"it isn't at all hard to pull tho trig-
ger"
Burton glanced at her. and she met
his eyes innocently. "It's Just like any
other trigger" he told her.
same carblne you use In the compeh-
tion--the one you shot with yesterday.
and will use this afternoon when you
finish upY'
He told her that IL was.
"well," she said. complacently. 81
think I'm doing very nicely. don't you
hit tNe target three times. and my
first finger doesn't hurt a bit this
morning."
That afternoon the competition came
10 an end, with Burton q good many
points ahead Of Greville. And that
night there was the big hop. 1t had
man who won was to take Miss Mivart
10 the hop. So she went over with
Burton. and gave him 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 board walk to
the hop-room behind Burton, and to
watch Miss Mivart leaning on his a-m
tho white mists Of her lace hood He
was not consoled at all when she look
ed up into his own face even more
swectly at the beginning Of the second
dance, and whispered that she was 80
sorry"
Now as tic eecond dance had been
Oreyillc's the third was Burton's. That
wes the way 1t had been arranged. As
tie band began the waltz, Miss Mivart
stood beside Greville In tho center Of
quite a group The commanding off,
Ger was In the group, % was Burton's
captain. and 90 was the adjutant.
also some women. Miss Mivart may
have chosen that position. or II may
simply have happened 20.
Any way, Just as the waltz started,
Burton, hght-hearted and nght-footed,
:ame slipping and sliding over the can
dle-waxed door, and pushing 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 a carbine as
we'll as any one, and they, the men, at
any rate. were hanging on her words.
"Mr. Greville taught me-" she said,
'and SO did MI. Burton" This was
the first either had known Of the 9TH
ers part In 1t, and they exchanged q
look.) ''They taught me with their own
carbines. too. The veyy same ones
they used themselves In the competi-
ton. But I shot best with Mr.. Burton's
carbins. He must have hxed his rrie
ger to pull more easily; It was almost
like What DO you call T. . hsir-tTig-
aIf