"I'll be just a moment Anæsthesia." Leah called after the young lady. She turned to Matthew. "I can meet with you later if that's alright. I think perhaps getting Anæsthesia settled with the idea of being a part of the project going forward is most important, don't you? I mean the poor girl needs something to distract her as much as possible."
Leah smiled, "Perhaps we'll have some tea and discuss her employment in the dining room. A bit more quiet than the Lickskillet." She paused and laid a gloved hand on his arm, "Thank you Matthew, I appreciate this."
She turned, "So young lady, how about a cup of tea, perhaps snack, or a light lunch?" She offered. "We have some things to discuss about what you can do going forward with the hospital project. And, what you might like to do. That would be more to the point, I think." Her smile was warm and genuine. This was an opportunity for both her and for Anæsthesia.
"Now, now, Anæsthesia, please, have a seat here," Leah motioned to a vacant chair. "There's no need to get yourself upset. I cannot tell you how sorry I am for the loss of your father and that we seemed to be at odds. That was just business, Anæsthesia. As simple as that. There was nothing personal involved between he and I. Your father was a man determined. That is a fact. A man that went after what he wanted, a man that knew what was good for Kalispell." Leah attempted to console the young lady. "And you will help me, if you'd like. I need a strong woman to help me with this project."
The offer made was genuine. Leah felt that Anæsthesia's inclusion into the hospital project would be not just a momentary comfort, but perhaps some real satisfaction for her going forward. An opportunity to carry on something her father had been involved with.
The voice that sounded behind Leah was softly spoken but firm. Anæsthesia, clad from head to toe in a very becoming mourning black, from the tip of the fingers of her black gloves to the muzzy black veil that obscured her pretty face, gave a little nod to both Matt and Leah as they perceived to whom they were speaking.
Leah turned around sharply at the sound of the feminine voice, somewhat stunned. She instinctively took a step toward Anæsthesia, her hand out to the young woman.
"Please excuse me, I did not mean to eavesdrop." she explained "I had hoped to speak to you, Mr. Wentworth, about the possibility of holding my Father's wake in your large state room. My mother is still quite..." she struggled for another word, but gave up "... is still quite hysterical, and will need to retire to our home after the funeral and rest quietly. I shall host the required gathering of society here if that is at all possible, Mr. Wentworth."
She now turned to Leah. "Please believe me, Miss Steelgrave, it is my ardent and earnest wish that your wonderful project proceed with all alacrity: and that any and all of the materials that my Father had gathered to outbid your plans be wholly at the disposal of your workmen, should they be needed.
Leah stood, mouth almost agape at the offer from the daughter of her most fervent antagonist. She was completely unaware of what materials Richard Orr might have stockpiled in his bid to topple her plans for the hospital and orphanage, taking full control of both.
“Anæsthesia dear, I, I don’t know what to say, other than thank you, and, I am so sorry for your loss in this terrible time for you and your mother.” What more was there to say to the young lady, and she was no longer a girl, she had transcended.
She gulped and took a second to look down at the plush carpeted floor beneath her dainty black boots, gathering herself: for it was still difficult to speak of her Father without becoming upset.
Leah smiled. "Of course, I am not trying to hurt anyone here, and I fully realize that any situation or move by me would of course be construed to be of harm to Missus Orr and her daughter. Not my intent, not my intent at all. I simply believe this should have been resolved at the meeting, yet it was not." She explained.
"Yes I could have the supplies delivered, and yes, I could also have the men come up. Where would we house the men, perhaps a dozen or more? And, of greater concern would be, where would the building materials be stored while we wait on whatever decision, whenever it is made?
I'm sure that you will agree that we have been delayed for quite some time already." Then she softened. "Matthew, I'm not an ogre with no regard to others, especially not a widow and an orphan. Believe me, could this be done another way, a way where the project is not delayed until it is too late to begin construction, I will be all for it."
"Good morning Matthew. I hope I'm not interrupting anything important." She greeted in return.
"I am here about acquiring the property, but with the Orr tragedy so fresh, this might be a bad time." She smiled, "However, we are losing time on the hospital construction. The men and supplies will have to come from Missoula. I would have had them here, but the delays would have not been cost effective, and actually delayed things financially."
"So, my purpose is to obtain the property and hopefully begin construction before fall and the coming winter, which would require house the workers, or sending them back to Missoula, and seriously, we don't have the rooms here for the workers." She smiled again, while wondering if any progress could be made.
Mature Content: One can never be certain
With: List characters and NPCs in the thread. Location: The Belle-St. Regis Hotel When: Mid-July 1876 Time of Day: Mid Morning on.
Well, it had been two days now since the horrible fire, and the ghastly death of Richard Orr. Leah, although she despised the man, felt for the mans family. No one deserved to die the way he had, and no one deserved to be left behind in the manner that Mrs Dorothea Orr and daughter Anaesthesia Orr were. The estate of Richard would leave them well enough off that neither would have to worry.
But, there was a hospital to get built, and time was wasting. Leah Steelgrave was most certainly used to getting what she wanted when she wanted it, except for the past year when she broke off ties with her father, and her mother had absconded without so much as a word to her or anyone else.
It was time then to make a move on the property selection, and she had a good idea of where she would want to have it built, just south-east of town, just off the trail that ran east to west. It would be close to the route the railroad would take, close to town, and not far from the fort. It's immediate service area would be at it's most advantageous. True, the outlining ranches and farms to the north would be a greater distance from the hospital, but property in that north and north-eastern areas were not good, nor were they available, due mainly to the smaller ranches and farms not to mention the area Lost Lake and the Evergreen encompassed. So it was time.
She gathered up her materials, drawings, and plans, put o a bonnet and scooped up the material and headed out the door, From across the street three men left what they were doing to follow along behind her. The destination was quickly known to them, she made her way directly to the Belle-St. Regis Hotel. Opened the front door and stepped inside. She went directly to the front desk, her entourage taking up positions across the street.
"Good morning Mister Simpson. I wonder if I might speak with Mister Wentworth?" She asked.
She rose, smiling, "Yes. We shall live to fight another day." He noticed his action, or lack thereof. She took her free hand and touched his cheek. "And, we will win. Good night Jonah and thank you." She pulled away slowly, then walked to the staircase and climbed up and out of sight. A long day drawn to a close.
She smiled, "Miss Steelgrave is it now Jonah. I had though we were on a first name basis, or do you think people will talk if they heard you call me Leah?" She giggled, actually giggled. "I am so tired of the barbed tongues, the ungrateful, selfish lot that tends to run this town. We could go to Columbia Falls, yes, but I'd rather stay here and fight for what it is I want. Yes, what I want, not what they want. We will build here where it's needed, and more centrally located."
She took his hand and then covered it with her other. "You've been a good and steady friend throughout this whole ordeal, back to the beginning and I'll not forget that. So let us see what happens over the next couple of days and then where we stand, and go from there. For now, I think the day has been quite long enough and I shall retire."
"As much as I'd like to think differently, the project has a long ways to go to see the light of day, I'm afraid. True, Dick Orr is just one man, yet somehow he carries a large sway in the manner of things around here. The coming election scares me."
Then she smiled, altering the mood and subject she said, "How nice to see the Governor here in out little town, concerned with the project he was able to help with over the winter. And Dutton Peabody, the little instigator. He put Sam and Lincoln up to it. He has a way about him, that Dutton. Wish he were back here, but Governors Aide, well we surely couldn't compete with that."
@Bongo@any or good place to end this one.
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