The Twin City star., 1918-07-20
ANDY, Old
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By INES MACDONALD

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Copyright, 1918. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)
Cassandra Andrews had done every
thing she could think Of. She had worn
her most becoming blouses and her
best stockings-she had spent hours
doing her hair and brushing her eye
brows and polishing her nails, but a
whole school year had almost disposed
of itself and the young professor Of
English literature had never seemed to
notice her at all. Before and after
class he joked and jollied with other
girls. The vivacious Roberta Stevens
nearly always stopped at his desk for
a moment of chatter-Bertha Marvin,
the class beauty, the athletic Agnes
Burns and dozen others were on the
friendliest terms with him, but Cas-
sandra Andrews slipped demurely into
her seat four mornings week, appar-
emily unnoticed.
"They're all crazy about him." she
thought scornfully, as she watched the
professors reception before class one
morning. "Every single one Of them!"
After the professor had delivered his
lecture that morning, there was gen.
eral discussion and he called on her
for an opinion on certain passage.
She arose diffidently, offering her
little statement of disagreement with
the generally accepted theory. And
right there is where the professor
made his first mistake. He smiled a
tolerant, skeptical sort Of smile, the
trend Of which Cassandra Andrews
caught Immediately, and she leaned
forward impetuously and fatty contra
dicted his comment. Then she fol-
lowed up the contradiction with tum-
BILE of words in support Of her own
opinion and sat speedily down again.
4he professor was surprised. SWELL"
he said, crisply. "I'm glad that at
least one student in the class thinks
for herself. I was afraid you were all
sheep"
On the instant the bell rang and the
girls arose and passed out In chatter
ing groups, congregating in the court
outside with light-hearted banter.
"We're all sheep but you, Andy,
DEAR" sang out Edna Phray, dancing
up to Cassandra delightedly. Sand you
are blessed lamb, but you'll grow. l
never knew you had so much spunk.
Where do you keep it?"
And the two Of them strolled Off to-
gether, arranging to play tennis in the
late afternoon. Later that day the
professor of English and his crony, the
professor of economics, sought the
courts for their regular afternoons
tennis bout. The English professor
patted q ball aimlessly into the net
while his contemporary changed his
| shoes.
"Guess I've got touch Of spring fe.
ver," he said, absently watching Edna
and Cassandra tightening the net three
courts over. And right there the pro-
fessor of English made his second mis-.
take. 'T feel" he said, "almost friv.
olous enough to suggest mixed doubles
What do you say, BilT"
And Bill, the economics expert, wav.
ed his racket, and called across tO
the girls: "Want to make it doubles?'
The girls drew together for an in
stant's consultation, and then assent
ed, walking over to the court where
the two men were.
"How'll ye pair OFF," demanded Pro
fessor Bill.
"Well," said Edna Phray, practical
ly, II hate English and love econom
ics-and I'm very temperamental."
The professor Of economics grinned
as the two of them moved toward the
other side Of the net.
"But," continued Edna, significantly
to the professor Of English, "I'm bet
ter tennis player than Cassandra An
drews, even If I am sheep"
Whereat the professor Of English
shouted with laughter.
Cassandra glanced at her stalwar
partner at those words and in hel
young heart there leaped mighty
flame, the golden points of which
shOne in her shining brown eyes. Sht
forgot everything but the game. Sht
darted about, diving across the cour
and smashing her return drives like 6
little f1end. Twice she cOllided witt
her partner and shot him a dazzling
little glance as she flung her head back
to shake the hair out Of her eyes. Time
after time the professor Of English
shouted at her, "Good grill" after 9
particularly difficult shot, and hel
spirit scared on the wings Of the WIND
with the professors not far behind
She had forgotten that she had worr
her best stockings, but they were sc
much in evidence that 1t was fortunate
that she wore them, for the professor
was getting more observant every mo
ment Of the afternoon.
At the beginning Of the third sci
they were even, with a set apiece
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