I mentioned Gatsby.

“Oh-h!” She looked at me over again. “Will you just—What was your

name?”

She vanished. In a moment Meyer Wolfshiem stood solemnly in the

doorway, holding out both hands. He drew me into his office, remarking

in a reverent voice that it was a sad time for all of us, and offered

me a cigar.

“My memory goes back to when first I met him,” he said. “A young major

just out of the army and covered over with medals he got in the war.

He was so hard up he had to keep on wearing his uniform because he

couldn’t buy some regular clothes. First time I saw him was when he

came into Winebrenner’s poolroom at Forty-third Street and asked for a

job. He hadn’t eat anything for a couple of days. ‘Come on have some

lunch with me,’ I said. He ate more than four dollars’ worth of food

in half an hour.”

“Did you start him in business?” I inquired.

“Start him! I made him.”

“Oh.”

“I raised him up out of nothing, right out of the gutter. I saw right

away he was a fine-appearing, gentlemanly young man, and when he told

me he was at Oggsford I knew I could use him good. I got him to join

the American Legion and he used to stand high there. Right off he did

some work for a client of mine up to Albany. We were so thick like

that in everything”—he held up two bulbous fingers—“always together.”

I wondered if this partnership had included the World’s Series

transaction in 1919.

“Now he’s dead,” I said after a moment. “You were his closest friend,

so I know you’ll want to come to his funeral this afternoon.”

“I’d like to come.”

“Well, come then.”

The hair in his nostrils quivered slightly, and as he shook his head

his eyes filled with tears.

“I can’t do it—I can’t get mixed up in it,” he said.

“There’s nothing to get mixed up in. It’s all over now.”

“When a man gets killed I never like to get mixed up in it in any

way. I keep out. When I was a young man it was different—if a friend

of mine died, no matter how, I stuck with them to the end. You may

think that’s sentimental, but I mean it—to the bitter end.”

I saw that for some reason of his own he was determined not to come,

so I stood up.

“Are you a college man?” he inquired suddenly.

For a moment I thought he was going to suggest a “gonnegtion,” but he

only nodded and shook my hand.

“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and

not after he is dead,” he suggested. “After that my own rule is to let

everything alone.”

When I left his office the sky had turned dark and I got back to West

Egg in a drizzle. After changing my clothes I went next door and found

Mr. Gatz walking up and down excitedly in the hall. His pride in his

son and in his son’s possessions was continually increasing and now he

had something to show me.

“Jimmy sent me this picture.” He took out his wallet with trembling

fingers. “Look there.”

It was a photograph of the house, cracked in the corners and dirty

with many hands. He pointed out every detail to me eagerly. “Look

there!” and then sought admiration from my eyes. He had shown it so

often that I think it was more real to him now than the house itself.

“Jimmy sent it to me. I think it’s a very pretty picture. It shows up

well.”

“Very well. Had you seen him lately?”

“He come out to see me two years ago and bought me the house I live in

now. Of course we was broke up when he run off from home, but I see

now there was a reason for it. He knew he had a big future in front of

him. And ever since he made a success he was very generous with me.”

He seemed reluctant to put away the picture, held it for another

minute, lingeringly, before my eyes. Then he returned the wallet and

pulled from his pocket a ragged old copy of a book called Hopalong

Cassidy.

“Look here, this is a book he had when he was a boy. It just shows

you.”

He opened it at the back cover and turned it around for me to see. On

the last flyleaf was printed the word schedule, and the date September

12, 1906. And underneath:

Rise from bed 6:00 a.m.

Dumbell exercise and wall-scaling 6:15-6:30 ”

Study electricity, etc. 7:15-8:15 ”

Work 8:30-4:30 p.m.

Baseball and sports 4:30-5:00 ”

Practise elocution, poise and how to attain it 5:00-6:00 ”

Study needed inventions 7:00-9:00 ”

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