The Press., 1918-09-19
Andy, Old Girl"
 00 By INES MACDONALD
(Copyright, 1918. by the Mcclure Newspa'
 per Syndicate.)

| best StOckingS-She nau 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 vivaclOus Roberta Stevens nearly always stopped at his desk for i a moment of chatter-Bertha Marvin, the class beauty, the athletic Agnes ! Burns and a dozen others were on the | friendlieSt terms with him, but Cas- sandra Andrews slipped demurely into her seat four mornings a week, appar- ently unnOticed.
 1 They're all crazy about him." she thought scOrnfully, as she watched the professors reception before class one morning. "Every single one of them! 7" After the professor had delivered his lecture that morning. there was a gen eral discussion and he called on her for an opinion on a certain passage. She arose diffidently. offering her little statement of disagreement with the generally accepted theory. And right there Is where the professor made hts first mistake. He smiled tolerant. skeptical sort of smile, the trend of which Cassandra Andrews caught immediately. and she leaned forward impetuOusly and fiatly contra Clicted his comment. Then she fol- lowed up the contradiction with a tum- ble of words fin support of her own opinion and sat speedily down again.
 The professor was surprised. "Well," he said. crisply. 'Tm 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 Tn 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. And you are a blessed lamb. but you'll grow. I 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 economies, sought the courts for their regular afternoons tennis bout. The English professor patted ball slmlessly into the net while his contemporary changed his shoes.
 Guess I've got touch of spring fe- yer" he said, absently watching Edna and Cassandra tightening the net three courts over. And right there the pro- lessor of English made his second mis- take. 'I feel" he said, "almOst friv- Olous enough to suggest mixed doubles. What do you say, Bin?"
 And Bill, the economies expert, way ed his racket, and called across to the girls: ''Want to make 1t doubles?"
 The girls drew together for an in- stant's consultation, and then assent cd, walking over to the court where the two men were.
 How'll ye pair Ofr2" demanded Pro- lessor Bill.
 ''Well." said Edna Phray, practical ly. 'I hate English and love ecOnom- lcs-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 am a sheep"
 Whereat the professor of English shouted with laughter.
 Cassandra glanced at her stalwart partner at those words and in her young heart there leaped a mighty flame, the golden points of which shOne in her shining brown eyes. She forgot everything but the game. She dArted about. diving across the court md smashing her return drives like little fiend. Twice she cOllided with 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 girlr' after a particularly difficult shot. and her spirit scared on the wings of the wind with the professors not far behind. She hnd forgotten that she had worn her best stockings, but they were so 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 set they were even, with a set apiece. Then the couple in economies settled down and won four straight games. They lost the next and then won again, so that the score was five to one against Cassandra and the professor of English.
 Easy money" jeered Professor Bill. @We need only one more gamer
 ''YOu can't do It." taunted the fiam- Ing Cassandra. "we must winl" she said eagerly to the professor of Eng fish. "We must-we mustr'
 'Youl kIll yourself" he protested.
 ''What does 1t matter7" she said, crouching to receive Professor Bill's twisting service. "What does 1t mat ter-if one can die winning?" And she flung her tired body viclOusly into a smashing stroke and rushed to the net.
 And so they fought on and on win ming the next five games.
 "One more!" she gasped breathless- ly, and played on.
 Five times that last and deciding game went to deuce. and then came the Shot-the shot that stood between vic tory and possible defeat-and she made 1t. Leaping high in the air she smashed the ball In a gray streak down the alley, and the game was won!
 "Game-set-and matchl Vince 1" shouted the professor of English. Great work. Andy, old girli" And he patted his dropping little partner on the shoulder.
 The racket slipped from her ex-