Not too scrawny nor too fluffy, Emeline moves with grace but projects confidence and competence. She is quick with a smile, but just as quick with the rolling pin of you step out of line! She keeps her hair in a braid and dresses plainly but neatly.
Traits & Characteristics
Tomboy! That sums Em up in one word. There is pretty much nothing frail or fragile about her, she has always had a sense of adventure, wanting to learn and explore, learning best by doing hands-on, often with dubious results. More than once, her big brother had rescued her from trees or the roof of the house. She's good at going up, but freezes trying to come down! But she trusted her brother, Aimon, idolized him, and was devastated when he was killed during the war
Dreamer...Like Aimon, her head is often in the clouds, playing out scenarios or creating worlds that are better than this one. Unlike her brother, though, she has the heart and passion of a dreamer, using her free time to write her own stories or act things out, dancing her way through life.
Caretaker...Em has a quiet, gentle way about her that seems to put beasties at ease and make them trust her. And she likes peace and order in her world, as much as she can, so she tends to try to organize things when she is able. And if someone is hurting, be it physically or at heart, she wants to do what she can to make them well again, or at least to dull the hurt, often finding that action a catharsis for her own pain. If she is busy helping, healing or dreaming, there is little time to fret over her own trouble.
Bold...Tomby that she is, she will stand up to a bully and isn't one to back down from a fight, especially in light of what she has been though.
Scared Little Girl...Underneath it all, she is still a child, a little girl who yearns for the safety and security of family, who just wants to be able to play and dream without worrying that her world is going to be torn apart by tragedy and that some day she'll find love again.
Emeline owns the Lick Skillet Cafe
Cooking, of course! Em also has some knowledge of using herbs and has a garden behind her cafe that she cultivates to use in her cooking. She plays the concertina
Aliases / Nicknames
Born in Illinois, Emeline now lives in a small apartment above her cafe
Kith & Kin
1849 -- Born in Taylorville, Illinois, Emeline Harris
1866 -- Married to Andrew Blakesley
1867 -- Andrew moves them to North Dakota to take up mining. Emeline, pregnant when they leave, gives birth to a daughter during the trip
1868 -- Their daughter catches cholera and dies, Em is pregnant again, but mis-carries
1870 -- Andrew is killed in a mining accident, Em opens a cafe in a tent to support herself
Twining her fingers into Barnabas', Emeline clung to him for support, never wanting to let go, confident that she never would have to let go.
It was only after Reverend Thomas had said their names for the second time that she actually heard what he was saying, and she looked up at him with a soft smile. She had no qualms about this, she was just so thrilled that it was finally happening!
"I ask you both now, in the presence of God and these people, to declare your intention to enter into matrimony, through the grace of Jesus Christ, who calls you into union with himself as acknowledged in your baptism. Will you give yourselves to each other, to live together in holy marriage? Will you love, honor, comfort, and keep each other, in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others, be faithful, as long as you both shall live?"
Looking into Barnabas' eyes, Emeline squeezed his hands, then nodded. "I will." No hesitation, no holding back, just firm conviction.
"A buggy is a great help." Emeline kissed his cheek, "And I think something in the paper is perfect...I mean, I can't think of anyone that might show up who I wouldn't invite, and that way we aren't missing anyone." She surely didn't want any of their friends to feel snubbed because of a simple oversight.
"There is so much to do, but a lot of it is last-minute." Emeline sighed, then chuckled. "But, in the end, all we need are ourselves and the parson...or even Judge Peabody, the rest is just nice."
All that really mattered was that they were legally wed by the end of May 12th!
" So, yer wileys figger ta have me all wrapped up an' worshin' dishes, that it?"
"Did I say that?" She smiled up at him sweetly and shrugged. "I don't think that's what I said...nope!"
"What if i was ta tell you I had other plans fer you an me? What if I was ta tell ya I got the really honeymoon all planned out so's we got that time tagether we talked about, an' I can take care of some bidness that needs tendin' to? What about that?"
"Is that so?" She looked up at him, a bit surprised, but then, she wouldn't put it past him to have planned something. And now she was curious. Of course, chances were good that if they didn't do something now, the livestock would arrive, then, with luck, a child, and the chance to get away for any length of time would be gone.
"So this here bein' enslaved? As Depitty Town Marshal I could arrest you ya know." He said,aking a hollow threat.
"Oh, but then we couldn't go on that honeymoon, and you wouldn't be able to get to your business, and then we might end up losing the ranch, and with me letting Clara and Jacob use the apartment above the cafe...why, we'd be out on the streets!" She sighed and batted her eyes. "All because you felt compelled to lock me up!"
"No one knows," Emeline answered, shrugging, "he''s just an old stray who doesn't exactly belong to anyone. I know he spends a lot of time at the Millegan Stage barn." She laughed. "I'm sure if you asked him, he'd tell you he lost it in a fight with a grizzly...and you ought to see the grizzly!"
Laughing again, she gave the cat a scratch on the ears. "It's amazing, though, I've heard of cats chasing off bears, wolves, cougars, even wolverines."
She moved to the sink to wash her hands, commenting, "Sprinkle some soap flakes into the water, then you can wash the dishes, just set them to the side until you're done, then you can rinse them...that's how I prefer it." She hoped she didn't sound bossy, she was just giving instruction, in case Lucinda didn't know the process.
"Anyway, it doesn't work every time." She started chopping carrots. "But attitude counts for a lot. Sometimes you just have to push back, yell and advance...it catches the other person off guard, and often they'll back down."
Then she wondered if the young woman knew anything of defending herself. She seemed a bit like a lost lamb, and this could be a rough place for an 'innocent'.
"Do you carry a weapon? A derringer, or something like that?"
"I'm afraid that if they don't see any personal gain, most people won't be in any hurry to do something inconvenient." Emeline shook her head. "I'm not sure who is on the council, but speaking for myself, it seems that most anyone who owns a business doesn't have time for that sort of thing. I'd run for council if I had time..." she grinned, "and the inclination. It's one thing to brandish a shotgun when thugs come to town, and quite another to argue with people who only have their self-interest in mind."
Of course, she might have more time after she was married, but even if she gave up the cafe, she'd be out at the ranch.
She suddenly chuckled. "I did hear about the meeting, and I'm a bit disappointed that I missed it! Granny Miggins can throw a mean punch, I'd wager!"
Emeline glanced back at Clara and rolled her eyes, although she wouldn't see through the veil. Oh, well, she had said more than once that she wasn't concerned about convention or formality, that was why she hadn't protested when Arabella declared that she would play the organ for the ceremony. But she hadn't expected this! At least fifty years from now people would still remember 'that wedding where the played 'Camptown Races' for the processional!
Well, she wasn't going to let a jaunty ditty ruin her day, and dear Dutton Peabody did a fine job of keeping the pace regal.
Half way up the aisle, Emeline's heart started to pound in her chest, and it felt like she couldn't breathe, but a kind pat on her arm from the man beside her stilled her nerves. When they stopped, she finally looked up, seeing Barnabas through the fine white sheen of organza veil and a faint mist that she blinked away.
And when Judge Peabody placed her hand in Barnabas', Emeline couldn't remember ever having been so happy, nor so content and positive about the future.
"I thought I told you," Emeline chuckled as they swirled around the dance floor, "I needed a good dishwasher!" She laughed. "I still do!"
While life hadn't been horrible after she'd recovered from Andrew's death, and making a living had kept her busy and distracted, once Barnabas had showed up, she admitted that she'd been lonely, and while she'd been content to occupy her evening hours with reading or sewing, she really did miss companionship, someone to talk to, to share her thoughts and troubles and to help make decisions.
And of all the men who had passed through her cafe, it was Barnabas Pike that made his way into her heart and her life, and she was happier than she could ever remember having been.
"So, really, you aren't so lucky, I've just enslaved you with my womanly wiles!"
"Oh, of course you can call me Emeline." She smiled widely as she poured them drinks, leaving it to Leah to add her own cream and sugar. "Please, help yourself. And first names are easiest, since I'll be changing my last name in a few days."
A tint came to her cheeks as her smile widened. "Mr. Pike and I are marrying on Friday. You can come, if you'd like." She offered a plate laden with a variety of small quarter sandwiches. "It's a relatively small affair, rather informal."
"I've heard about the hospital and orphanage," she continued, "both are wonderful ideas, especially after what happened in Whitefish this past winter. I think a proper hospital might have made a difference."
Mature Content: No
With: Barnabas Pike, Clara Redmond, all are invited! Location: Church When: May / 12 / 1876 Time of Day: Afternoon
Funny, but Emeline didn't have any butterflies flitting in her stomach like she'd had for her first wedding, but then, she was older now, had grown out of necessity, and knew some of what to expect.
Even so, this was different, she had never had this feeling of bursting inside, there was nothing she wanted more in this world right now than to become Mrs. Barnabas Pike, to bind her soul to his for the rest of their days, and even though it had only been a few months, it felt to her as if it had been an eternity since he'd proposed to her on Christmas.
"Thank you for your help," she said to Clara, giving the girl a big hug, keeping it brief, though, since she knew Clara didn't like the contact. "I can't believe it's time!"
With Clara's help, as well as that of a few of the other ladies in town, she had finished her dress just the day before, Clara had helped with her hair, although the style only vaguely resembled the plate from Godey's Lady's Book that they were trying to replicate...not that it mattered much, for even now, as she prepared to walk down the aisle, Emeline pulled a organza veil that was trimmed in lace and hung nearly to her waist.
"Someday, I'll return this favor." She smiled at Clara, still amused that her 'Maid of Honor' was so young, and figuring it would be a few years before the roles were reversed, but she owed the young woman a great deal.
"Well, let's do this!" Taking up the bouquet of pink and white wildflowers, she waited for Clara to open the door for her, then smiled and nodded to Judge Peabody, slipping her arm through his, then walking into the chapel. Her eyes were on the floor ahead of them as they made their way to the alter, she didn't want to see Barnabas until that moment...
Everything was going quite well, despite the minor complications, but all the folks her were happy to come together and make due with what they had. The food was good, the music lively, and they were all having a good time.
With the meal wrapping up -- except for the cake, of course -- amusement had not turned to dancing, and Emeline happy to get in a little fast-stepping.
"Are you up for a dance, Mr. Pike?" she asked Barnabas, holding a hand to him, "as husband and wife, of course!"
Yes, they'd danced at their own wedding as a married couple, but this was the first time since then that they'd have that chance with others.
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