The Coconino sun., 1901-02-02

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 The rife contest lasted ten days, during which time the air hummed with the ping and sing of bullets over on the range, and with the cal. of the mark CTS in the rife-pits. Only scores and records and bets were thought and talked about.
 Miss Mivart herself had bet. with all the daring wickedness of . kitten teas ing a beetle. She even went so far as to bet on both Burton and Greville at once. The adjutant undertook to explain to her that that was called hedging" and was not looked upon as altogether sporty. Miss Mivart was hurt. Was it really dishonest. she wanted to know. The adjutant felt that he had been unkind. He hastened to assure her that it was not-noi dishonest in the least; only that it took away from the excitement of the thing to a certain extent. Miss Mivart smiled and shook her head. No. she didn't think that it did. because. of course. she knew herself which one she wanted to have win. The adjutant admitted that that might possibly be just as interesting for herself and the fortu- nate man. And which was he. if he might ask. Miss Mivart shook her head and smiled again. No. she didn't think he might ask. As the man him. self didn't know, she could hardly tell anyone else just yet. could she? She had her own ideas about fair play.
 "I can shoot a carbine myself" she told the adjutant. with her left chin proudly raised; "and my shoulder is all back and blue. MT. Burton is teach ing me-"
 "Oh!" said the adjutant, "and what does Greville think about that?" The adiutant was married, so he was out of the running.
 INT. Greville is teaching me, too," said Georgia; "and here he comes fol me now"
 Burton was safe on the target range | over be hind the barracks. Miss Mivar1 and Greville went in the other direc | tion, by the back of the officers row over in the foothills across the creek Greville nailed the top of a big re( paste eboard box to the trunk of tree and Miss Mivart hit it once out of 1t times-when she was aiming at tn, head of prairie dog at least 20 feet away to the right. The other IS shoti were scattered among the foothills.
 Then her shoulder hurt her % tha, she was ready to cry. Greville would have liked to have her cry upon hi. own shoulder, but, as she didn't, he did some fancy shooting to distract her He found a mushroom-can. and threw it into the air and filled it full of holes She had seen Burton do the same thing that morning with a tomato-can. IT fact, from where she sat now on |, lichen-covered rock, she could see tho mutilated can g.ittering in the sun over beyond the arroyo. So she thirst ed for fresher sensations.
 "Ill tell you" she said to Greville, a, he held up the mushroom-can for heI to inspect the eight holes he had mad. with five shots. ".et me toss up youl hat, and you make a hole through tn, trade mark in the crown"
 It was . nice, new straw hat. Gre vile had sent east for it and it had com. by stage the day before. It had cos, him. express paid, $4.75. This, too, at time when anything he had left after settling his mess and sut.er's and tai lor's bills, went into stick-pins ant candy and books and music and riding whips for Miss Mivart. But he took of the hat and gave it to her without ever a lingering glance at that high priced trademark within. And he felt that i, was worth four times SAYS when sht picked up the tattered remains, at last