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Welty managed to be introduced to her by thrusting himself upon a little party of which she was a member, and in which was one acquaintance of his, at a restaurant one night. He called upon her at her boarding house the next day, where she received him with some surprise, and left most of the conversation to him.
At last, wearied and worried and disappointed, we lay down in our blankets upon the hard floor. At daylight we were awakened by the voice of Miss Emma at the hole in the door. "Who got out last night?" "Welty." "Well, you was fools you didn't all go; pap wouldn't 'a' stopped you. If you'll keep the break concealed until night we'll let you all out."
And then he ordered dinner. When a bottle had been drunk, Barry innocently turned the current of the conversation to women. He spoke modestly of a mythical conquest he had recently made. The football player listened without showing much interest. Presently Barry paused. Welty took a drink and began: "No, my boy," said he to Barry, "you're wrong there.
The perennial lament for the passing of the good old days was raised by Representative Welty of Ohio, Democrat, who said: "The old ship of state has left her moorings and seems to be sailing on an unknown and uncharted sea. The government founded in the blood of our fathers is fading away.
Melrose Welty, the possessor of these and other ways and features symbolical of wisdom, had no higher occupation in life than to sit in club-houses and cafes, telling of conquests won by him over women, chiefly over soubrettes and chorus girls. Of his means of livelihood, no one had certain knowledge.
He found that Emily was engaged to be married to a college football player who came to the city once a week to see her. He borrowed money, made himself very agreeable to Welty, and also got himself introduced to the football player. The latter was a tall, lithe, heavy-shouldered, brown-faced, thick-knuckled youth, who practiced all kinds of athletic diversions.
It's curious, old man, how I happened to meet her. I've talked to her only twice, but I made a hit with her in the first five minutes. I'll tell you how it was " If you were a newspaper man, Welty was apt to supplement his story with something like this: "By the way, old fellow, if you have any pull with your dramatic editor, can't you give her a line or two?
"Spakin' of ancestors," Barry began, "I'd loike to bet " "I'd like to bet," broke in Welty, "that your own ancestry leads directly to the Shandy family." There was a general laugh, which Barry, whose nose was as flat as any Shandy's could have been but who had never read Sterne, did not understand. "What did he mane?" Barry asked a friend. The friend told him to read "Tristram Shandy."
I use it because it is the first that comes to my mind, not that I'm given to bragging about my success in these matters. I suppose you've seen the opera at the Theatre?" The collegian ceased looking bored. Barry McGettigan sat perfectly, unnaturally still. "And," pursued Welty, "you've doubtless noticed the three girls who appear as the queen's maids of honour?"
Barry appointed a time and named a certain cafe as a meeting place. Then Barry invited Welty to dine with him at the same cafe on the same evening at the same hour. By means of his borrowed money, he had lavished costly drinks upon Welty of late, and Welty had reason to anticipate a dinner worth the accepting.
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