The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1918-07-26

against Cassandra and the professor OF
English.
"Ensy money" jecred Professor BIll.
I'VE need only one more game"
"You can't do H." taunted the fam
ing Cussnndra I'VE must win" she
said eagerly to the professor Of Eng
! lish. "We must-we must"
you'll kin yourself" he protested.
"What does It matter?" she said,
crOuchng 10 receive Professor Bilrs
! twisting service. "What does II mat
! ter-if one can die winning?" And she
flung her tired body viciously into a
smashing stroke and rushed TO the
net.
And so they fought on and on WIN
ming the next five games.
zone morew 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 H. Leaping high in the air she
smashed the ball in gray streak down
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"Game-set-an match Whee"
shouted the professor Of English.
Great work, Andy, old girl" And he
patted his dropping little partner on
! the shoulder.
The racket slipped from her ex-
/ haustcd grasp and she swayed weakly.
] 1--WE wonw she murmured, and would
have fallen II the professor hadn't put
his arm about her and led her to
| bench.
"Why. you blessed lamb, you, Andy
Andrews" said Edna Phray, sitting
beside her and shaking her by the
shoulders. 81 never knew you to play
such tennis. The lamb has turned III
gcr-cat," she laughed up at the two
men, who stood over them.
Don't maui me, Eddie" protested
| Cassandra, feebly; "Im all in" and
then she smiled up at the professor,
her professor. "But we won, didn't
we?"
"YOu won" he said.
81 didn't, because you played some
| tennis yourself"
The next morning she slipped into
her seat dcmurely as usual. AS usual,
too, there was cluster Of girls
grouped about the professors desk.
chattering gaily. But then, what did
she care? Hadn't he called her ANDY,
old girl" only yesterday? And she
smiled in prim superiority. And when
the recitation was over he would have
detained her a moment, but she ig-
nored the intention with fine indiffer'
ence and passed out with the rest.
For a week she avoided him sue
cessfully. then late one afternoon he
met her face to face on the campus,
"And what did I ever do to you?"
he demanded when she would have
spoken calmly and passed on.
"You called me Andy, old girl',"
she said grimly, "and I've hated you
ever since"
you're not going to bite me, are
you, Andy, old girl?" grinned the pro-
fessor Of English.
She could maintain her gravity no
longer and little sparkles OF gold flick
cred in her brown eyes. "I'll try not
TO-" she murmured with Il little laugh
aglely dodging the eager sweep of his
arm.
And then the professor threw his
dignity out Of the window and started
in pursuit through the trees, catching
her right where she'd planned he
should. in n narrow and secluded path.
Then after he had kissed her, she
reached up and clutched his head be-
tween her hands, shaking 1t fierCely.
"And remember" she said between her
clenched teeth, 81 will not be called
Andy, old girl won't love you any
more II you call me that. hate it,"
"All right, you darling Andy, old
girl" chuckled the professor.
But when he kissed her again she
only clung to him eagerly. Queer
thing, a woman!