Low-cut, blushin" shoes and straw hats I can stand for, likewise collars--they go hand-in-hand with pay-streaks; but a necktie ain"t neither wore for warmth nor protection; it"s a pomp and a vanity, and I"m a plain man without conceit. Now, let"s proceed with the obsequies."
It was a very simple, unpretentious ceremony that took place inside the long, low house of logs, and yet it was a wonderful thing to the dark, shy maid who hearkened so breathlessly beside the man she had singled out--the clean-cut man in uniform, who stood so straight and tall, making response in a voice that had neither fear nor weakness in it.
When they had done he turned and took her reverently in his arms and kissed her before them all; then she went and stood beside Gale and the red wife who was no wife, and said, simply:
"I am very happy."
The old man stooped, and for the first time in her memory pressed his lips to hers, then went out into the sunlight, where he might be alone with himself and the memory of that other Merridy, the woman who, to him, was more than all the women of the world; the woman who, each day and night, came to him, and with whom he had kept faith. The burden she had laid upon him had been heavy, but he had borne it long and uncomplainingly; and now he was very glad, for he had kept his covenant.
The first word of the wedding was borne by Father Barnum, who went alone to the cabin where the girl"s father lay, entering with trepidation; for, in spite of the pleas of justice and humanity, this stony-hearted, amply hated man had certain rights which he might choose to enforce; hence, the good priest feared for the peace of his little charge, and approached the stricken man with apprehension. He was there a long time alone with Stark, and when he returned to Gale"s house he would answer no questions.
"He is a strange man--a wonderfully strange man: unrepentant and wicked; but I can"t tell you what he said. Have a little patience and you will soon know."
The mail boat, which had arrived an hour after the Mission boat, was ready to continue its run when, just as it blew a warning blast, down the street of the camp came a procession so strange for this land that men stopped, eyed it curiously, and whispered among themselves. It was a blanketed man upon a stretcher, carried by a doctor and a priest. The face was m.u.f.fled so that the idlers could not make it out; and when they inquired, they received no answer from the carriers, who pursued their course impa.s.sively down the runway to the water"s edge and up the gang-plank to the deck. When the boat had gone, and the last faint cough of its towering stacks had died away, Father Barnum turned to his friends:
"He has gone away, not for a day, but for all time. He is a strange man, and some things he said I could not understand. At first I feared greatly, for when I told him what had occurred--of Necia"s return and of her marriage--he became so enraged I thought he would burst open his wounds and die from his very fury; but I talked a long, long time with him, and gradually I came to know somewhat of his queer, disordered soul. He could not bring himself to face defeat in the eyes of men, or to see the knowledge of it in their bearing; therefore, he fled. He told me that he would be a hunted animal all his life; that the news of his whipping would travel ahead of him; and that his enemies would search him out to take advantage of him. This I could not grasp, but it seemed a big thing in his eyes--so big that he wept. He said the only decent thing he could or would do was to leave the daughter he had never known to that happiness he had never experienced, and wished me to tell her that she was very much like her mother, who was the best woman in the world."
CHAPTER XIX
THE CALL OF THE OREADS
There was mingled rejoicing and lamentation in the household of John Gale this afternoon. Molly and Johnny were in the throes of an overwhelming sorrow, the noise of which might be heard from the barracks to the Indian village. They were sparing of tears as a rule, but when they did give way to woe they published it abroad, yelling with utter abandon, their black eyes puckered up, their mouths distended into squares, from which came such a measure of sound as to rack the ears and burden the air heavily with sadness. Poleon was going away! Their own particular Poleon! Something was badly askew in the general scheme of affairs to permit of such a thing, and they manifested their grief so loudly that Burrell, who knew nothing of Doret"s intention, sought them out and tried to ascertain the cause of it. They had found the French-Canadian at the river with their father, loading his canoe, and they had asked him whither he fared. When the meaning of his words struck home they looked at each other in dismay, then, bred as they were to mask emotion, they joined hands and trudged silently back up the bank with filling eyes and chins a-quiver until they gained the rear of the house. Here they sat down all forlorn, and began to weep bitterly and in an ascending crescendo.
"What"s the matter with you tikes, anyhow?" inquired the Lieutenant. He had always filled them with a speechless awe, and at his unexpected appearance they began the slow and painful process of swallowing their grief. He was a nice man, they had both agreed long ago, and very splendid to the eye, but he was nothing like Poleon, who was one of them, only somewhat bigger.
"Come, now! Tell me all about it," the soldier insisted. "Has something happened to the three-legged puppy?"
Molly denied the occurrence of any such catastrophe.
"Then you"ve lost the little shiny rifle that shoots with air?" But Johnny dispelled this horrible suspicion by drawing the formidable weapon out of the gra.s.s behind him.
"Well, there isn"t anything else bad enough to cause all this outlay of anguish. Can"t I help you out?"
"Poleon!" they wailed, in unison.
"Exactly! What about him?"
"He"s goin" away!" said Johnny.
"He"s goin" away!" echoed Molly.
"Now, that"s too bad, of course," the young man a.s.sented; "but think what nice things he"ll bring you when he comes back."
"He ain"t comin" back!" announced the heir, with the tone that conveys a sorrow unspeakable.
"He ain"t comin" back!" wailed the little girl, and, being a woman, yielded again to her weakness, unashamed.
Burrell tried to extract a more detailed explanation, but this was as far as their knowledge ran. So he sought out the Canadian, and found him with Gale in the store, a scanty pile of food and ammunition on the counter between them.
"Poleon," said he, "you"re not going away?"
"Yes," said Doret. "I"m takin" li"l" trip."
"But when are you coming back?"
The man shrugged his shoulders.
"Dat"s hard t"ing for tellin". I"m res"less in my heart, so I"m goin"
travel some. I ain" never pa.s.s on de back trail yet, so I "spect I keep goin"."
"Oh, but you can"t!" cried Burrell. "I--I--" He paused awkwardly, while down the breeze came the lament of the two little Gales. "Well, I feel just as they do." He motioned in the direction of the sound. "I wanted you for a friend, Doret; I hate to lose you."
"I ain" never got my satisfy yet, so I"m pa.s.s on--all de tam" pa.s.s on.
Mebbe dis trip I fin" de place."
"I"m sorry--because--well, I"m a selfish sort of cuss--and--" Burrell pulled up blushingly, with a strong man"s display of shame at his own emotion. "I owe all my happiness to you, old man. I can"t thank you--neither of us can--we shall never live long enough for that, but you mustn"t go without knowing that I feel more than I"ll ever have words to say."
He was making it very hard for the Frenchman, whose heart was aching already with a dull, unending pain. Poleon had hoped to get away quietly; his heart was too heavy to let him face Necia or this man, and run the risk of their reading his secret, so a plaintive wrinkle gathered between his eyes that grew into a smile. And then, as if he were not tried sufficiently, the girl herself came flying in.
"What"s this I hear?" she cried. "Alluna tells me--" She saw the telltale pile on the counter, and her face grew white. "Then it"s true!
Oh, Poleon!"
He smiled, and spoke cheerily. "Yes, I been t"inkin" "bout dis trip long tam"."
"When are you coming back?"
"Wal, if I fin" dat new place w"at I"m lookin" for I don" never come back. You people was good frien" to me, but I"m kin" of shif"less feller, you know. Mebbe I forget all "bout Flambeau, an" stop on my "New Countree"--you never can tol" w"at dose Franchemans goin" do."
"It"s the wander-l.u.s.t," murmured Burrell to himself; "he"ll never rest."
"What a child you are!" cried Necia, half angrily. "Can"t you conquer that roving spirit and settle down like a man?" She laid her hand on his arm appealingly. "Haven"t I told you there isn"t any "far country"?
Haven"t I told you that this path leads only to hardship and suffering and danger? The land you are looking for is there"--she touched his breast--"so why don"t you stay in Flambeau and let us help you to find it?"
He was deeply grateful for her blindness, and yet it hurt him so that his great heart was nigh to bursting. Why couldn"t she see the endless, hopeless yearning that consumed him, and know that if he stayed in sight and touch of her it would be like a living death? Perhaps, then, she would have given over urging him to do what he longed to do, and let him go on that search he knew was hopeless, and in which he had no joy. But she did not see; she would never see. He laughed aloud, for all the world as if the sun were bright and the fret for adventure were still keen in him, then, picking up his bundle, said:
"Dere"s no use argue wit" Canayen man. Mebbe some day I come paddle back roun" de ben" down yonder, an" you hear me singin" dose chanson; but now de day she"s too fine, de river she"s laugh too loud, an" de birds she"s sing too purty for Francheman to stop on sh.o.r.e. Ba gosh, I"m glad!" He began to hum, and they heard him singing all the way down to the river-bank, as if the spirit of Youth and Hope and Gladness were not dead within him.
"Chante, rossignol, chante!
Toi qui a le coeur gai; Tu as le coeur a rire Mai j" l" ai-ta pleurer, Il y a longtemps que j" t"aime Jamais je ne t"oublierai."
[Footnote: "Sing, little bird, oh, sing away!
You with the voice so light and gay!
Yours is a heart that laughter cheers, Mine is a heart that"s full of tears.
Long have I loved, I love her yet; Leave her I can, but not forget."]
A moment later they heard him expostulating with some one at the water"s edge, and then a child"s treble rose on high.