The Coconino sun., 1901-02-02

progress under his tuition.
 "Thats an easy carbine to shoot, isn't it?" she asked, as they wandered home; fit isn't at all hard to pull the trigger"
 Burton glanced at her, and she met his eyes innocently. 'Its just like any other trigger" he told her.
 "Yes. of course. And is that the very Aams carbine you use in the competi- ton-the one you shot with yester- day, and will use this afternoon when you finish up7"
 He told her that 1t waA
 "Well," che said, complacently. "I think I'm doing very nicely. don't you. l hit the target thres timss, and my first finger doesn't hurt bit-this morning."
 That afternoon the competition came to an end, with Burton . good many points ahead of Greville. And that night there was the big hop. It 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 danceA Greville had another third, and the rest were open to the post at large.
 Grevills did not look happy at all. It was not the target record he minded He never thought about that. It 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 'so 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 % was the adjutant. There were some others as we'll, and 1 also some women. Miss Mivart may i have chosen that position, or it may simply have happened 90. 1 Anyway. just as the waltz started. Burton, light-hearted and light-footed, came clipping and diding over the esndls-waxed floor, and pushed his way into the midst. ''Oura." hs said, tri- umphsntly.
 But Miss Mivart did not heed him at once. She was telling them all how she had learned to shoot carbine as we'll as anyone, and they, the men. at any rate, were hanging on her wordA
 "Mr. Greville taught me-" she said, "and 70 did MT. Burton" (This was the first either had known of the other's part in it, and they exchanged look "They taught me with their own car pines, too. The very same ones they used themselves in the competition. But shot best with Mir. 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 a stare of stony hor- TOT and surprise. They had moved a little away from Burton, and the com manding officers steely eyes were on his face. The face had turned white, even with the sunburn, and Burton's voice was just trifie unsteady as he spoke.
 "This is our dance, I think, Miss Mi vart," he said.
 The innocent, round, blue orbs looked just little coldly into his. "No," she told him, "I think you are mistaken. It is MT. Greville's dance" And she turned and laid her hand on Greville's arm.-San Francisco Argo- naut.