ett set the date of her wedding for the day before his。 Ellen protested but Charles pleaded with new…found eloquence； for he was impatient to be off to South Carolina to join Wade Hampton’s Legion； and Gerald sided with the two young people。 He was excited by the war fever and pleased that Scarlett had made so good a match； and who was he to stand in the way of young love when there was a war？ Ellen； distracted； finally gave in as other mothers throughout the South were doing。 Their leisured world had been turned topsy…turvy； and their pleadings； prayers and advice availed nothing against the powerful forces sweeping them along。
The South was intoxicated with enthusiasm and excitement。 Everyone knew that one battle would end the war and every young man hastened to enlist before the war should end—hastened to marry his sweetheart before he rushed off to Virginia to strike a blow at the Yankees。 There were dozens of war weddings in the County and there was little time for the sorrow of parting； for everyone was too busy and excited for either solemn thoughts or tears。 The ladies were making uniforms； knitting socks and rolling bandages； and the men were drilling and shooting。 Train loads of troops passed through Jonesboro daily on their way north to Atlanta and Virginia； Some detachments were gaily uniformed in the scarlets and light blues and greens of select social…militia companies； some small groups were in homespun and coonskin caps； others； ununiformed； were in broadcloth and fine linen； all were half…drilled； half…armed； wild with excitement and shouting as though en route to a picnic。 The sight of these men threw the County boys into a panic for fear the war would be over before they could reach Virginia； and preparations for the Troop’s departure were speeded。
In the midst of this turmoil； preparations went forward for Scarlett’s wedding and； almost before she knew it； she was clad in Ellen’s wedding dress and veil； coming down the wide stairs of Tara on her father’s arm； to face a house packed full with guests。 Afterward she remembered； as from a dream； the hundreds of candles flaring on the walls； her mother’s face； loving； a little bewildered； her lips moving in a silent prayer for her daughter’s happiness； Gerald flushed with brandy and pride that his daughter was marrying both money； a fine name and an old one—and Ashley； standing at the bottom of the steps with Melanie’s arm through his。
When she saw the look on his face； she thought： “This can’t be real。 It can’t be。 It’s a nightmare。 I’ll wake up and find it’s all been a nightmare。 I mustn’t think of it now； or I’ll begin screaming in front of all these people。 I can’t think now。 I’ll think later； when I can stand it—when I can’t see his eyes。”
It was all very dreamlike； the passage through the aisle of smiling people； Charles’ scarlet face and stammering voice and her own replies； so startlingly clear； so cold； And the congratulations afterward and the kissing and the toasts and the dancing—all； all like a dream。 Even the feel of Ashley’s kiss upon her cheek； even Melanie’s soft whisper； “Now； we’re really and truly sisters；” were unreal。 Even the excitement caused by the swooning spell that overtook Charles’ plump emotional aunt； Miss Pittypat Hamilton； had the quality of a nightmare。
But when the dancing and toasting were finally ended and the dawn was coming； when all the Atlanta guests who could be crowded into Tara and the overseer’s house had gone to sleep on beds； sofas and pallets on the floor and all the neighbors had gone home to rest in preparation for the wedding at Twelve Oaks the next day； then the dreamlike trance shattered like crystal before reality。 The reality was the blushing Charles； emerging from her dressing room in his nightshirt； avoiding the startled look she gave him over the high…pulled sheet。
Of course； she knew that married people occupied the same bed but she had never given the matter a thought before。 It seemed very natural in the case of her mother and father； but she had never applied it to herself。 Now for the first time since the barbecue she realized just what she had brought on herself。 The thought of this strange boy whom she hadn’t really wanted to marry getting into bed with her； when her heart was breaking with an agony of regret at her hasty action and the anguish of losing Ashley forever； was too much to be borne。 As he hesitatingly approached the bed she spoke in a hoarse whisper。
“I’ll scream out loud if you come near me。 I will！ I will—at the top of my voice！ Get away from me！ Don’t you dare touch me！”
So Charles Hamilton spent his wedding night in an armchair in the corner； not too unhappily； for he understood； or thought he understood； the modesty and delicacy of his bride。 He was willing to wait until her fears subsided； only—only— He sighed as he twisted about seeking a comfortable position； for he was going away to the war so very soon。
Nightmarish as her own wedding had been； Ashley’s wedding was even worse。 Scarlett stood in her apple…green “second…day” dress in the parlor of Twelve Oaks amid the blaze of hundreds of candles； jostled by the same throng as the night before； and saw the plain little face of Melanie Hamilton glow into beauty as she became Melanie Wilkes。 Now； Ashley was gone forever。 Her Ashley。 No； not her Ashley now。 Had he ever been hers？ It was all so mixed up in her mind and her mind was so tired； so bewildered。 He had said he loved her； but what was it that had separated them？ If she could only remember。 She had stilled the County’s gossiping tongue by marrying Charles； but what did that matter now？ It had seemed so important once； but now it didn’t seem important at all。 All that mattered was Ashley。 Now he was gone and she was married to a man she not only did not love but for whom she had an active contempt。
Oh； how she regretted it all。 She had often heard of people cutting off their noses to spite their faces but heretofore it had been only a figure of speech。 Now she knew just what it meant And mingled with her frenzied desire to be free of Charles and safely back at Tara； an unmarried girl again； ran the knowledge that she had only herself to blame。 Ellen had tried to stop her and she would not listen。
So she danced through the night of Ashley’s wedding in a daze and said things mechanically and smiled and irrelevantly wondered at the stupidity of people who thought her a happy bride and could not see that her heart was broken。 Well； thank God； they couldn’t see！
That night after Mammy had helped her undress and had departed and Charles had emerged shyly from the dressing room； wondering if he was to spend a second night in the horsehair chair； she burst into tears。 She cried until Charles climbed into bed beside her and tried to comfort her； cried without words until no more tears would come and at last she lay sobbing quietly on his shoulder。
If there had not been a war； there would have been a week of visiting about the County； with balls and barbecues in honor of the two newly married couples before they set off to Saratoga or White Sulphur for wedding trips。 If there had not been a war； Scarlett would have had third…day and fourth…day and fifth…day dresses to wear to the Fontaine and Calvert and Tarleton parties in her honor。 But there were no parties now and no wedding trips。 A week after the wedding Charles left to join Colonel Wade Hampton； and two weeks later Ashley and the Troop departed； leaving the whole County bereft。
In those two weeks； Scarlett never saw Ashley alone； never had a private word with him。 Not even at the terrible moment of parting； when he stopped by Tara on his way to the train； did she have a private talk。 Melanie； bonneted and shawled； sedate in newly acquired matronly dignity； hung on his arm and the entire personnel of Tara； black and white； turned out to see Ashley off to the war。
Melanie said： “You must kiss Scarlett； Ashley。 She’s my sister now；” and Ashley bent and touched her cheek with cold lips； his face drawn and taut。 Scarlett could hardly take any joy from that kiss； so sullen was her heart at Melly’s prompting it。 Melanie smothered her with an embrace at parting。
“You will come to Atlanta and visit me and Aunt Pittypat； won’t you？ Oh； darling； we want to have you so much！ We want to know Charlie’s wife better。”
Five weeks passed during which letters； shy； ecstatic； loving； came from Charles in South Carolina telling of his love； his plans for the future when the war was over； his desire to become a hero for her sake and his worship of his commander； Wade Hampton。 In the seventh week； there came a telegram from Colonel Hampton himself； and then a letter； a kind； dignified letter of condolence。 Charles was dead。 The colonel would have wired earlier； but Charles； thinking his illness a trifling one； did not wish to have his family worried。 The unfortunate boy had not only been cheated of the love he thought he had won but also of his high hopes of honor and glory on the field of battle。 He had died ignominiously and swiftly of pneumonia； following measles； without ever having gotten any closer to the Yankees than the camp in South Carolina。
In due time； Charles’ son was born and； because it was fashionable to name boys after their fathers’ commanding officers； he was called Wade Hampton Hamilton。 Scarlett had wept with despair at the knowledge that she was pregnant and wished that she were dead。 But she carried the child through its time with a minimum of discomfort； bore him with little distress and recovered so quickly that Mammy told her privately it was downright common—ladies should suffer more。 She felt little affection for the child； hide the fact though she might。 She had not wanted him and she resented his coming and； now that he was here； it did not seem possible that he was hers； a part of her。
Though she recovered physically from Wade’s birth in a disgracefully short time； mentally she was dazed and sick。 Her spirits drooped； despite the efforts of the whole plantation to revive them。 Ellen went about with a puckered； worried forehead and Gerald swore more frequently than usual and brought her useless gifts from Jonesboro。 Even o