in it."
His wife reared her head. She was like the wild sweet-brier roses which
crowded alluvial strips of the island, fragrant and pink and bristling.
"Yes, monsieur, that black feather--regard it. Me, I am sick of that
black feather. You say I have concealments. I have. All winter I go
lonely. The ice is massed on the lake; the snow is so deep, the wind
is keener than a knife; I weep for my husband away in the wilderness,
believing he thinks of me. Eh bien! he comes back to Mackinac. It is as
you say: I fly to meet him, my breath chokes me. But my husband, what
does he do?" She looked him up and down with wrathful eyes. "He does
not see 'Tite. He sees nothing but that black feather in his cap that
he must take off and show to Monsieur Ramsay Crooks and Monsieur
Stuart--while his wife suffocates."
Charle' shrunk from his height, and his mouth opened like a fish's. "But
I thought you would be proud of it."
"Me, what do I care how many men you have thrown down? You do not like
me any better because you have thrown down all the men in your brigade."
"She is jealous--jealous of a feather!"
Humbled as he was by her tongue, the young voyageur felt delighted at
giving his wife so trivial a rival.
He settled his belt and approached her and bowed. "Madame, permit me to
offer you this black quill, which I have won for your sake, and which
I boasted of to my masters that they might know you have not thrown
yourself away on the poorest creature in Mackinac. Destroy it, madame.
It was only the poor token of my love for you."
Graceful and polite as all the voyageurs were, Charle' Charette was the
prince of them with his big sweet presence as he bent. 'Tite flew at him
and flung her arms around his neck. After the manner of Latin peoples,
they instantly shed tears upon each other, and the black feather was
crushed between their breasts.
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