The Salt Lake herald-Republican. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1909-1918, 1909-11-07

picious scrutiny of six eyes. They could
not divine how such shooting could be
accomplished by trickery, but, still
more, they could not divine how it could
be accomplished without. Vittorio
sighted more carefully this time but
he made his bullseye with undated pre-
cision.
Dat make-a free time" -he observed,
relinquishing the rifle with a regretful
sigh.
Guess I've had enough" said Peter.
you're Vittorio Emanuele, samoa de
king, ali right. We don't appear to trot
in your class. How'd We learn?''
''All Italian mans know how shoot
learn in de army. I shoot-a long time.
ShoOt-a Afric'."
"Africa?' said Peter. You been in
Africa?"
Two time" Vittorio nodded.
What We shoot there-lions?"
lilo, no lion" Vittorio raised his
shoulders with a deprecatory air. Just
man."
OH said Peter. His tone was no.
ticeably subdued.
Mr.. Harry Jasper also attracted by
the shooting, came strolling along the
beach to see how the match was going,
rios spectacular exhibit. Mr.. Harry
considered himself a pretty good shot,
he had often beaten Peter, and Peter
entertained slightly malicious desire
to see him wOrsted once at his own
game.
ooh, Mr. Harry" he called carelessly.
We've been tryin' our hands at yer
target, like we said we might, an this
here new gardener-man came along an
wanted to have a try. He's surprisin'
good shot for an Eyetalian. You
wouldn't believe it, but he beat Pat
an he beat me- Would you mind
shOotin' with him once? I'd like to
show him what Americans can do"
Peters tone was a touch Over-care-
less. Mr.. Harry glanced at him sus-
pieiously and from him TO Vittorio, who
was looking on with amiable aloofness
quite unaware that he was the subject
of discussion. Mr.. Harry had not been
entirely blind to the trials of David's
peaceable successor, and he was glad
to see that the man was coming to the
! top.
so he's beaten you? How did that
| happen, Peter? l thought you prided
yourself on your shooting"
I'm little out O. practice" said Pc
ter.
Mr.. Harry ran his eye over Vittorio's
| well-set-up figure.
Served in the army, Vittorio?'
Isl, signore, five year"
| What cOrps-Bersaglieri?"
Isl, ST." Vittorio's face was aIight
| Il b'long Bersaglieri. How you know p
Thank you for your interest, Peter,
Mr.. Harry laughed. Il don't believe II
shoot with him today. I'm a little ou-
of practice myself"
Peters face was mystified
THE Bersaglieri." Mr.. Harry ex.
| planned, ARE the sharpshooters of the
Italian army, and a well trained lot
they are. You and /, Peter, are anna
! tours; we don't enter matches against
/ them when we know what we're about.
He didn't tell me nothin about bein
q sharpshOoter," said Peter, sulSily. III,
said he learned in Africa
African" Mr.. Harry echoed. "DiC
you go through the campaign in Abys-
sinia, Vittorio?"
The man nodded.
Surely not at Adowa?"
A quick shadow crossed his face
Isl. signore," he said simply; II figh
at Adowa."
Good heavensw Mr.. Harry cried
1.-THE fellows fought against Menelil
and the dervishes." He faced the othel
three, his hand on Vittorio's shoulder
You don't know what that means
You never heard CT Adowa? 1t mean:
that this chap here has been through
the fiercest battle ever fought on Afri
can soil. He was beaten-the odd:
against him were too heayy-but II wa.
one OF the bravest defeats in history
| The Italians for three days had beer
/ mi F-rhf vnr htfr or%u In {
hostile country, on half rations anC