The Winslow mail., 1918-03-15

this sort of thing" Then, as the next
pan was transferred from the soapy
dish water to the draining rack, he
tried to seize the slim white hand that
held 1t, but, thanks to the soap and wa
ter, 1t Slid easily from his grasp bach
into the suds.
Then there was q silence broken
only by the splashing of the water In
Ursula's dishpan; and Ursula's deep
blue eyes, as she washed pots and pans
with her unwelcome assistant at her
side, penetrated deep through the dish
water into the region of brown study
beyond.
"A penny for your thoughts" was the
way the young professor broke the ST.
lence.
Il was wondering whether you knew
anything about the girls in the college
out here. You know it is a co-educa-
tional place."
them," sighed Greig. "a man doesn't
care much for that sort of girl-brains
don't county for much In women-not
half so much as a pretty face like
yours" He was looking intently at
Ursula who for one f1eeting second was
tempted to rub the self-satisfed smile
from his face with one swoop of her
soapy dish cloth. Instead, she looked
at the kitchen clock. The hands point
ed to quarter after nine. She knew
Rodney would be back from his call
on the college president in few min
utes, and until that time she could
manage the professor-elect alone.
She assumed a yielding smile of CO.
quetry. "Oh some of the girls aren't
SO bad looking" she said. "Some Of
the poor farmers daughters take
places in the professors families In
return for working three or four hours
day they get their board and keep
and they eat with the families-all ex-
cept when there Is extra company.
They call them student helps"
For moment the young man looked
alarmed. "You don't happen to be one
of those girls?" he asked hurriedly. To
f1irt with girl who might later be
student in one of his classes and who
possessed the dignity of being a can
didate for a college degree was quise
another thing from passing few 9TH
erwise dull moments with forlorn lit
tie kitchen maid whose youthful
charms happened to take his fancy.
81 don't look it, do II" asked Ursula
in way that dispelled the instruct
or's anxieties.
"Of course, you DON'T" he assured
her. "When / get this job out here in
the fall I'm going to manage somehow
to see more of you. Perhaps my SIS
ter will get you to work for us in.
stead of the Judsons. No one need
know that / arranged it, and some
how we can manage to have q few
good times together. see you aren't
going to be cross with me, are your"
"Then you are really going to get
the appointment ?" Ursula asked with
feigned enthusiasm over the prospect.
"Surely. Did you hear me pulling
the wool over the old mans eyes? /
did manage to make a good impress
sion, even if you, you little beauty,
were doing your best to rattle me. The
only person standing in the way of me,
I understand, was that son of the pro-
fessors, Rodney Judson. And, of
course, he wouldn't stand any show
against me even with his own father"
Young Mr.. Grieg had abandoned the
task of assistant and stood very close
to the girls side, where he could see
every gradation in the coral tints that
came and went In her cheeks under
his gaze.
Goodnight, Mr.. Grieg," she said,
as she heard the first football of Rod
ney Judson outside.
"You won't send me away without
better goodnight than that" that
was what the young instructor intend
ed to say, but he never said it. For
before he could say more than two syl-
tables Rodney Judson stood before him
in the kitchen. He made badly cal
culated step toward the back stairs.
"Don't hurry away" said Ursula
very sweetly, turning to the profes-
sor's son, who was in the kitchen by
this time. Rodney, Mr.. Grieg has been
down to get glass of water. Mr..
Grieg, it will do no harm to tell you
that Mr.. Judson and I are engaged
though as yet we have not told even
Rodney's parents. am sure we can
depend on your confidence. 1 was just
telling Mr.. Grieg about our system
of student helps and I was going to
explain to him that If 1t were not for
that system 1 would never have had
chance Of coming to college or of meet
ing you, Rodney"
Splendid idea." stammered Mr..
Grieg. "By all means you can trust
me-" and then, Selling the empty tum-
bier, he hurried up the back stairs.
"Good news" said Rodney wheD
they were alone. "The president di-
cided against Grieg when he saw him
this afternoon. Wouldn't give his rea-
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