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That
was
nineteen-seventeen
.
By
the
next
year
I
had
a
few
beaux
myself
,
and
I
began
to
play
in
tournaments
,
so
I
did
n't
see
Daisy
very
often
.
She
went
with
a
slightly
older
crowd
--
when
she
went
with
anyone
at
all
.
Wild
rumors
were
circulating
about
her
--
how
her
mother
had
found
her
packing
her
bag
one
winter
night
to
go
to
New
York
and
say
good-by
to
a
soldier
who
was
going
overseas
.
She
was
effectually
prevented
,
but
she
was
n't
on
speaking
terms
with
her
family
for
several
weeks
.
After
that
she
did
n't
play
around
with
the
soldiers
any
more
,
but
only
with
a
few
flat-footed
,
short-sighted
young
men
in
town
,
who
could
n't
get
into
the
army
at
all
.
By
the
next
autumn
she
was
gay
again
,
gay
as
ever
.
She
had
a
debut
after
the
Armistice
,
and
in
February
she
was
presumably
engaged
to
a
man
from
New
Orleans
.
In
June
she
married
Tom
Buchanan
of
Chicago
,
with
more
pomp
and
circumstance
than
Louisville
ever
knew
before
.
He
came
down
with
a
hundred
people
in
four
private
cars
,
and
hired
a
whole
floor
of
the
Muhlbach
Hotel
,
and
the
day
before
the
wedding
he
gave
her
a
string
of
pearls
valued
at
three
hundred
and
fifty
thousand
dollars
.
I
was
bridesmaid
.
I
came
into
her
room
half
an
hour
before
the
bridal
dinner
,
and
found
her
lying
on
her
bed
as
lovely
as
the
June
night
in
her
flowered
dress
--
and
as
drunk
as
a
monkey
.
She
had
a
bottle
of
Sauterne
in
one
hand
and
a
letter
in
the
other
.
"
'
Gratulate
me
,
"
she
muttered
.
"
Never
had
a
drink
before
,
but
oh
how
I
do
enjoy
it
.
"
"
What
's
the
matter
,
Daisy
?
"
I
was
scared
,
I
can
tell
you
;
I
'd
never
seen
a
girl
like
that
before
.
"
Here
,
deares
'
.
"
She
groped
around
in
a
waste-basket
she
had
with
her
on
the
bed
and
pulled
out
the
string
of
pearls
.
"
Take
'em
down-stairs
and
give
'em
back
to
whoever
they
belong
to
.
Tell
'em
all
Daisy
's
change
'
her
mine
.
Say
:
'
Daisy
's
change
'
her
mine
!
'
.
"
She
began
to
cry
--
she
cried
and
cried
.
I
rushed
out
and
found
her
mother
's
maid
,
and
we
locked
the
door
and
got
her
into
a
cold
bath
.
She
would
n't
let
go
of
the
letter
.
She
took
it
into
the
tub
with
her
and
squeezed
it
up
into
a
wet
ball
,
and
only
let
me
leave
it
in
the
soap-dish
when
she
saw
that
it
was
coming
to
pieces
like
snow
.
