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"I know," continued Welty, "that many more or less writers have said, as you say, that women must be sought and pursued to be won. They deduce that theory from the habits of lower animals and of barbarous nations, in which the man obtains the woman by chase and force. But it's all a theory, and simply shows that the learned writers study their books instead of their fellow men and women."
The secret of the extreme kindness of our keepers was explained. The jailer, a loyalist, retained his position as a civil detail, thus protecting himself and sons from conscription. Welty had been taken in the night before, his bruises had been anointed, and he had been provisioned for the journey. We spent the day repairing our clothing and preparing for the road.
And if you ever gave another thought to this plea, you determined to use whatever influence you had with the dramatic editor to this effect, that the young woman would have to exhibit very decided cleverness indeed ere she should have "something nice" said about her in the paper. Welty was not wont to retain one divinity on the altar of his conversation longer than a week. But he did so once.
"Now," went on Welty, striking the table with the bottom of his glass, "I've had a little experience of this sort of thing in my time, and I can say that in nine cases out of ten, once you've attracted the attention of your game, let it alone and it will chase you. That's how to win women." The collegian looked bored. "Just to illustrate," said Welty, "I'll tell of a little conquest of my own.
It was at the point where Emily had quite forgotten Welty, and Welty's stories portrayed her as recklessly adoring him and seeking him in cabs at all hours, that Barry McGettigan, a despised young reporter, "doing police," heard one of Welty's accounts of an alleged interview with Emily; and Barry, who had a way of knowing human nature and observing people, suspected.
It's like you youngsters to think you know all about the sex, but the older you grow the less you think you know about them, until you get to my age." Barry made no answer, but looked at Welty with becoming deference. The football man's eyes were wandering about the cafe, showing him to be indifferent to the theme of discussion.
Now Barry cherished a deep-rooted grudge against Welty, all the more dangerous because Welty was unaware of it. Its exact cause has never been torn from Barry's breast. Some have ascribed it to Welty's having mimicked Barry's brogue before a crowd in a saloon one night. Others have laid it to the following passage of words, which is now a part of the ancient history of the Nocturnal Club.
Now, having heard Welty boast of being the object of this Emily's infatuation, Barry McGettigan deflected his mind from the contemplation of murders, infanticides, fires, and other matters of general interest, and gave his best thoughts and skill to investigating this talked-of love affair of Welty's. He discovered the true situation within three days.
He spent two hours in a public library next day and learned how his facial peculiarity had been used by Welty to create a laugh and incidentally to insult him. This he never forgave. And he bided his time.
The collegian looked somewhat concerned. Barry stopped breathing. "Well," continued Welty, "you mayn't believe it, for we've kept it really quiet, one of them girls is really dead gone on me." The collegian opened his mouth wide, and Barry began to nervously tap his hand upon the table. "It's the one," said Welty, "who wears the big blond wig. Her name's Emi "
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