The Coconino sun., 1901-02-02
On the Triggers Pull
By 6wendolen Overton.
THERE is always trouble of on.

meddles with those things which do not concern her sex.
 Obviously, carbines were none of Miss Mivart's concern. If she felt that she had to play with firearms she should have kept to Flobert rifles. Nothing would do, however. but that she must learn to shoot . carbine, and the result was that the whole post rose up and cut Burton, to . man; 90 that there was no peace for him any longer in that regiment, and he had to seek transfer to another. There were other results, also, but they come later on.
 Some thought that what Miss Mivart did was done on purpose, and some thought that it was piece of idiotic stiffness. The latter based their ar gument upon the general frivolous ness of her ways, and upon the inno' cency of her round, blue eyes. The former held to the belief that Miss Mivart was one of those women favor. ties of Fortune who look greater fools than they are. They said, with cer- tain show of reason, that Georgia Mivart was a child of the service and not an importation from civil life She had been born in a garrison, and had played with rows of empty green trimmed cartridge shells at an age when most little girls play with paper dolls. She had hummed snatches of the bugle calls before she could talk and the person she had admired the most and obeyed the best for the first dozen years of her life had been Kreutzer. Capt. Mivart's tow-headed striker. A few years of boarding school back east could not have ob liberated all that.
 Besides, the veriest civilian, who has never come nearer to a carbine than to watch . Fourth of July militia pa rade, might reasonably be expected to know by intuition that in a target practice competition every trigger ha' got to pull just 90 hard, whatever tho regulation number or fraction oi pounds may be. Otherwise, it is plain that the nearer you come to a hail trigger the better your aim will be.
 However, whether Miss Mivart va, fully aware of what she was doing, no body ever knew, unless perhaps 1t wal Greville-snd he. like Zuleika. never told. But Burton had a bad time of 1t and all his beautiful score went fol worse than nothing at all.
 There was . target practice eomps tition going on at the post; not on' which was of any interest to thu service, or even to the department q large; just little local affair, devised to keep up the esprit de corps of thu troops and to tighten the monotony of life. There were three contests one for troops and companies, al such; one for individual privates ant one for the officers. This last wal to finish of, and then there was to b. big hop.
 Everyone knew from the first, whel Burton and Greville shot with theil troops, that the officers competition would lie between them. This mad' it interesting in more ways than one because the rivalry was not confined to the target range, but extended t' the winning of Miss Mivart's hand ant heart, and everyone believed that thi would settle a matter she did no appear to be able to settle for herself Not that she was to blame for that Anyone, even a person much nor certain of her own mind than Mis- Mivart was, would have been put to i to choose.
 They were both first heutenanta and both cavalrymen, and both goo' to look upon. Burton was fair an' Greville was dark. but she had n, fixed prejudices regarding that. Sh h4<