The Lewiston teller. (Lewiston, Idaho) 1900-1905, 1901-06-13

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the excitement Of the thing to a GER
tain extent: Miss Mivart smiled and
shook her head. No. she didn't think
1t 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 fortunate man. And
which was he, If he might ask. Miss
Miyart shook her head and smiled
again. No, she didn't think he might
ask. As the man himself didn't know,
she could hardly tell any one else just
yet, could she? She had her own ideas
about fair play.
Il can shoot'a carbine, myself" she
told the adjutant, with her cleft chin
proudly raised; land my shoulder is
all black and blue. hfr. Burton 10 teach
ing me-" ..-..
''Oh!" said the adjutant, land what
does Greville think about thatY' The
adjutant was married, so he was out
Of the running
"Mr. Greville is teaching me, too"
said Georgia; land here he comes for
me now."
Burton was safe on the target range,
over behind the barracks. Miss Miva-t
and Greville went In the other direc-
ton, by the back Of the officers row,
over In the foothills across the creek.
Greville nailed the top of a big red
pastebOard box to the trunk Of q tree,
and Miss Mivart hit it once out of six
teen times-when she was aiming at
the head Of a prairie dog at least twen-
ty feet away to the right. The other
fifteen shots were scattered among the
foothills.
Then hei shoulder hurt her so *Sat
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
1t into the aid and filled 1t full Of holes.
She had seen Burton do the same thing
that morning with tomato-can. In
fact. from where she sat now, on a
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'll 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
trademark in the crown"
1t was 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. four dollars and
seventy-Ave 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-w
for Miss Mivart But he took on the
hat and gave 1t to her without even a
lingering glance ut that high-priced
trademark within. And he felt that 1t
was worth four times four dollars and
seventy-five cents when she picked up
the tattered remains. at last, and ask
ed IL she might have them to hang in
her room.
Then she looked down at her grimy
hand and considered the first finger,
crooking it open and shut. II think
it's going to SWELL" she pouted. THAT
Is 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 1t.
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 first lieuten-
ant. He WALKED beside her back to the
post In state of humble detection she
could not understand. The next mora
ing It was Burton's turn. Greviue was
over on the range now, vainly trying to
bring his record up to where Burton's
waA This time Miss Mivart fred at a
white pasteboard-box cover. and hit 1t
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
lit" she asked as they wandered home;
1T isn't at all hard to pull the trig.
ger"
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
same carbine You use in the competi-
tion-the one you shot with yesterday,
and v.1l use this afternoon when you
finish up?''
He told her that It was.
WELL" she said. complacently, II
think I'm doing very nicely. don't you,
I hit the target three times, and my
Ar~t f3ncor doesn't hurt n h1t-<hie