Vernon County censor. [volume] (Viroqua, Wis.) 1865-1955, 1918-07-24

against cassandra and the professor OF
English.
Easy money" jeered Professor Bill.
I'VE need only one more gamer
"You can't do It," tainted the fam
ing Cassandra. 1--WE must winl" she
said eagerly to the professor of Eng
fish. ave must-we mustl"
You'll kill yourself" he protested.
What does it matter?' she said,
crouching to receive Professor Bill's
twisting service. what does it mat
ter-if one can die winning?" And she
flung her tired body viclously into
smashing stroke and rushed to the
net.
And so they fought on and on win
ming the next five games,
zone morel" she gasped breathless-
", 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 sho
made it. Leaping high in the air she
smashed the bali in gray streak down
the alley. and the game was won't
"Game-set-and match Wheel"
shouted the professor of English.
"Great work, Andy. old girll9' And he
patted his dropping little partner on
the shoulder.
The racket slipped from her ex-
hausted grasp and she swayed weakly.
1--WE wont" she murmured, and would
have fallen If 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 IT,
ger-cat," she laughed up at the two
men, who stood over them.
Don't maui me. Eddie" protested
Cassandra, feebly; TIN all in" and
then she smiled up at the professor,
her professor. "But we won, didn't
WEI"
"You won," he said.
81 didn't, because you played some
tennis yourself"
The next morning she slipped into
her seat demurely as usual. AS usual,
too, there was a 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 lg-
nored the intention with fine indiffer-
ence and passed out with the rest.
For a week she avoided him sue
cessfully, Their late one afternoon he
met her face TO eqce on the campus.
"And what did ever do to your
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 little laugh
agilely lodging 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 a narrow and secluded path.
Then after he had kissed her, she
reached up and clutched his head be-
tween her hands, shaking II fiercely.
"And remember" she said between her
clenched teeth. 81 win not be called
Andy, old girl wort love you any
more if you call me that. hate it."
"All right, you darling Andy, old
girl" chuckled the professor.
But when he kissed her again she
only chung to him eagerly. Queer
thing, a womanl