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An
instinct
toward
his
future
glory
had
led
him
,
some
months
before
,
to
the
small
Lutheran
college
of
St.
Olaf
in
southern
Minnesota
.
He
stayed
there
two
weeks
,
dismayed
at
its
ferocious
indifference
to
the
drums
of
his
destiny
,
to
destiny
itself
,
and
despising
the
janitor
's
work
with
which
he
was
to
pay
his
way
through
.
Then
he
drifted
back
to
Lake
Superior
,
and
he
was
still
searching
for
something
to
do
on
the
day
that
Dan
Cody
's
yacht
dropped
anchor
in
the
shallows
alongshore
.
Cody
was
fifty
years
old
then
,
a
product
of
the
Nevada
silver
fields
,
of
the
Yukon
,
of
every
rush
for
metal
since
seventy-five
.
The
transactions
in
Montana
copper
that
made
him
many
times
a
millionaire
found
him
physically
robust
but
on
the
verge
of
soft-mindedness
,
and
,
suspecting
this
,
an
infinite
number
of
women
tried
to
separate
him
from
his
money
.
The
none
too
savory
ramifications
by
which
Ella
Kaye
,
the
newspaper
woman
,
played
Madame
de
Maintenon
to
his
weakness
and
sent
him
to
sea
in
a
yacht
,
were
common
knowledge
to
the
turgid
sub-journalism
of
1902
.
He
had
been
coasting
along
all
too
hospitable
shores
for
five
years
when
he
turned
up
as
James
Gatz
's
destiny
at
Little
Girls
Point
.
To
the
young
Gatz
,
resting
on
his
oars
and
looking
up
at
the
railed
deck
,
the
yacht
represented
all
the
beauty
and
glamour
in
the
world
.
I
suppose
he
smiled
at
Cody
--
he
had
probably
discovered
that
people
liked
him
when
he
smiled
.
At
any
rate
Cody
asked
him
a
few
questions
(
one
of
them
elicited
the
brand
new
name
)
and
found
that
he
was
quick
and
extravagantly
ambitious
.
A
few
days
later
he
took
him
to
Duluth
and
bought
him
a
blue
coat
,
six
pair
of
white
duck
trousers
,
and
a
yachting
cap
.
And
when
the
Tuolomee
left
for
the
West
Indies
and
the
Barbary
Coast
Gatsby
left
too
.
He
was
employed
in
a
vague
personal
capacity
--
while
he
remained
with
Cody
he
was
in
turn
steward
,
mate
,
skipper
,
secretary
,
and
even
jailor
,
for
Dan
Cody
sober
knew
what
lavish
doings
Dan
Cody
drunk
might
soon
be
about
,
and
he
provided
for
such
contingencies
by
reposing
more
and
more
trust
in
Gatsby
.
The
arrangement
lasted
five
years
,
during
which
the
boat
went
three
times
around
the
Continent
.
It
might
have
lasted
indefinitely
except
for
the
fact
that
Ella
Kaye
came
on
board
one
night
in
Boston
and
a
week
later
Dan
Cody
inhospitably
died
.
I
remember
the
portrait
of
him
up
in
Gatsby
's
bedroom
,
a
gray
,
florid
man
with
a
hard
,
empty
face
--
the
pioneer
debauchee
,
who
during
one
phase
of
American
life
brought
back
to
the
Eastern
seaboard
the
savage
violence
of
the
frontier
brothel
and
saloon
.
It
was
indirectly
due
to
Cody
that
Gatsby
drank
so
little
.
Sometimes
in
the
course
of
gay
parties
women
used
to
rub
champagne
into
his
hair
;
for
himself
he
formed
the
habit
of
letting
liquor
alone
.
And
it
was
from
Cody
that
he
inherited
money
--
a
legacy
of
twenty-five
thousand
dollars
.
He
did
n't
get
it
.
He
never
understood
the
legal
device
that
was
used
against
him
,
but
what
remained
of
the
millions
went
intact
to
Ella
Kaye
.
He
was
left
with
his
singularly
appropriate
education
;
the
vague
contour
of
Jay
Gatsby
had
filled
out
to
the
substantiality
of
a
man
.
He
told
me
all
this
very
much
later
,
but
I
've
put
it
down
here
with
the
idea
of
exploding
those
first
wild
rumors
about
his
antecedents
,
which
were
n't
even
faintly
true
.
Moreover
he
told
it
to
me
at
a
time
of
confusion
,
when
I
had
reached
the
point
of
believing
everything
and
nothing
about
him
.
So
I
take
advantage
of
this
short
halt
,
while
Gatsby
,
so
to
speak
,
caught
his
breath
,
to
clear
this
set
of
misconceptions
away
.
It
was
a
halt
,
too
,
in
my
association
with
his
affairs
.
For
several
weeks
I
did
n't
see
him
or
hear
his
voice
on
the
phone
--
mostly
I
was
in
New
York
,
trotting
around
with
Jordan
and
trying
to
ingratiate
myself
with
her
senile
aunt
--
but
finally
I
went
over
to
his
house
one
Sunday
afternoon
.
I
had
n't
been
there
two
minutes
when
somebody
brought
Tom
Buchanan
in
for
a
drink
.
I
was
startled
,
naturally
,
but
the
really
surprising
thing
was
that
it
had
n't
happened
before
.
They
were
a
party
of
three
on
horseback
--
Tom
and
a
man
named
Sloane
and
a
pretty
woman
in
a
brown
riding-habit
,
who
had
been
there
previously
.
