Strengths and Weaknesses (depending on the situation)
Self-made millionaire and political lobbyist.
Owner/Manager of the Kalispell National Bank
Financial and management skills
Aliases / Nicknames
Past: Washington D.C.
Kith & Kin
Wife: Rebecca Mary Wentworth (nee Martin) - married 1839
Matthew Charles Wentworth (born 1840)
Michael Robert Wentworth (born 1843)
Samuel Martin Wentworth (born 1845)
Mary Alice Wentworth Barlow (born 1850)
Charles Albert Wentworth Jr. (born 1855)
1820: Born 9 September in Wilmington, Ohio
1838: Shortly after turning 18, he is offered a job in Washington D.C. working for a local senator.
1839: Marries Rebecca Martin
1840 - 1876
Works in Washington D.C. for various politicians and governments while gradually building up his own fortune (through investments) and reputation as a prominent lobbyist.
1876: After seeing a long-time friend die and none of the man's family attending the funeral, Charles decides that it is time to change his ways and reconcile with his sons. He decides to move to Kalispell and buys the local bank.
Charles nodded as he listened to his nephew. Maybe spending some time in Kalispell might help the man to settle down but then again maybe not. Anything was possible where Ben was concerned.
He took another sip of brandy and leaned forward a little, "So what do you plan to do now?"
Ben told him of his plans to say in Kalispell for the unforeseeable future as he needed to disappear which was understandable given the circumstances. Hopefully, Ben would find something to do here that wouldn't cause trouble but once again anything was possible.
Seeing that Ben was at least being honest with him, the least he could do was give him a helping hand. Charles smiled, "Well you can stay here until you find a place of your own but don't expect any favours from me or your cousin Matthew."
"The only favours I expect right now is a roof over my head and somewhere safe to put the funds I do have with me. I'm happy to know that you will provide me those and I also promise that I will do my best not to put the family to shame while I'm here."
"A promise, I will most certainly make sure that you will keep," Charles replied. Standing he pointed to a table over in the far corner, "Now how about a game of cribbage. It's been a while since we last played and I'm eager to see if you are still a worthy opponent."
Standing up, Ben smiled, "I think Uncle Charles, you'll find that I have greatly improved my skills at this particular card game."
Another smiled appeared on Charles' face, "We'll see. We'll see."
Charles had just the Lick Skillet after a late breakfast and was heading to the bank. Earlier that morning he had met with Horace Simkin, who was looking at making some repairs to his barn and a possible expansion. Since he had recently acquired the bank, Horace was keen to show him around the barn and discuss his plans.
During the meeting they had also talked about the dance. Simkin was mostly pleased with how it had gone on Saturday night and thought it was a great success. Other than a couple of minor incidents, Simkin was glad that it had remained trouble-free.
The shout from the direction of the bank, alerted to him that there was trouble. The bank was being robbed and there was nothing he could do about it. He could already see the law and a couple of other people approaching the scene. Gunshots started to ring out and then a wagon turned over. Someone was shouting to the doc to go check the man under the wagon. Things were happening very quickly and all he could do was watch.
He glanced over to the bank and hoped the two tellers that were on duty hadn't done anything foolish. Luke Johnson would be there and from what he had seen so far, he was sensible. There was no chance of him taking a chance and pulling out the revolver that was in the drawer on the counter where he was stationed.
As he continued to watch the events unfold, his mind wander to what the robbers would be getting. Thankfully, he had just implemented a new security policy where only enough cash was kept in the cashier's drawers overnight to deal with any rush the morning might bring. The rest of the bank's funds was in the vault which couldn't be opened until he arrived. Luke knew where to find the combination if he was unable to make it in for some reason. Later on, he had planned to invest in a making the vault more secure but after today's events he would be doing it straight away.
"No, that is a fair question. I'm not against a hospital and the town council aren't either. What they are against is a Steelgrave running or being the power behind it. They asked to get an impartial view of the situation and to determine if there is another motive behind it. There are a lot of questions that they want answered before they put it to the town for a vote."
Charles paused for a moment. The scepticism that Leah Steelgrave did this for purely philantropic reasons was running high. Considering the bad blood and the reputation of the Steelgraves, he didn't blame them. Part of him was also wondering why all of a sudden the woman decided that the town needed a hospital and an orphanage. He, himself had been in towns a lot larger than Kalispell and they had no hospitals.
"I'm sorry, if I put you at a disadvantage. All I am trying to get is the both sides of the story and I do plan on talking to Miss Steelgrave. The last thing the town council wants is for all of this negatively effect the town."
Charles raised an eyebrow at the marshal's response. He hadn't expected the man to be so defensive of Miss Steelgrave. Having already heard some things about the lady that were both good and bad, Charles surmised that the town was indeed divided in their opinions of her. It looked like the marshal was in the camp of those who admired her.
"Well, it seems that we are at an impasse about Miss Steelgrave and what her intentions," he said solemnly, "I do have one more question and that is, do you think Leah Steelgrave is truly her father's daughter or is she something else entirely?"
"I'm of the understanding that no deal has been reached and they are looking at their options before they present the project to the town for a vote," Charles frowned, "This is beginning to look like a very complicated matter."
He tapped his fingers on his desk for a few seconds before continuing, "From my own experience, I know that having a respected name can get you into a lot of places. Even if Miss Steelgrave achieved getting right of way and the grants on her own, there would be those who only agreed to it because of her name and her father. As for Elias Steelgrave, he sounds like the type to go and find another door if one is locked to him. The Whitefish door is now closed and the Kalispell one is wide open. If he has any designs on this town, he will use any means to get what he wants, including reconciling with his daughter, who now holds one of the keys."
A knock at the door alerted him to the fact that Luke had now finished opening up the marshal's new account. Standing up, he smiled apologetically at Guyer, "All I can say is that i will need a lot more information about this before I make a recommendation to the town council."
"I've heard some about the troubles between the Steelgraves and the Thorntons. Most people that I've talked to speak very highly about the Thorntons but in a way some of it could be seen as being a biased since three of them work for them. What I'm after is an unbiased opinion and I figure the law would have to be one. I plan to ask others but I want to know what you think of Elias and in particular, his daughter and if you think that there is any possibility that she is working for her father or is it as some say that there is an estrangement."
He paused for a moment, and smiled a little, "I'm sorry for all of the questions but I am interested in knowing what the state of affairs in the Steelgrave family are. The town council has asked me to look into the matter before they make a final recommendation. They believe I can form more fair judgement of the situation since I am new in town and have no pre-conceptions."
Charles nodded, "As a banker, you have to know the difference between a good and a bad risk. So, I like to find out as much as can about those I may have to deal with. I'm after is a general opinion of what the law in town thinks. All I ask is that you be honest in your opinion and hold nothing back."
Picking up the form, Guyer had just filled out, Charles went over to the office door and opened it. He called for Luke to come over and gave him the form. After asking him to take care of the formalities, he closed the door and returned to his chair.
Leaning slightly forward, he looked straight at the marshal's face, "What can you tell me about the Steelgraves?"
"Sounds good. We can open an account now." Charles leaned over to another stack of papers, found the relevant form and then handed it over to the marshal.
"It's a good thing, I'm going through all the bank's paperwork to make sure everything is up to scratch, " he said with a smile.
As he waited for Guyer to fill out the form, he leaned back in his chair a little. There were a number of things he wanted to know about the town and in particular Leah Steelgrave. Even though, he now owned the bank, the town council still wanted to look into the possibility of building the hospital without her input. If that wasn't possible then they needed to work out some sort of proposition that would allow the town council to takeover the project in the event of Miss Steelgrave reconciling with her father. There were many options to consider and he had promised to help find the one most suitable.
"Marshal, when you've finished with that, there are a couple of questions I would like to ask you about the town and some of its residents. I hope you won't mind answering them."
Charles nodded, "Yes, the change was very unexpected, even for me. Let's go to my office and we can discuss your new account."
Upon entering the manager's office, Charles showed the marshal to his seat and then he took his own on the other side of the desk. "I've been going through the files of the local businesses around so that I can get familiar with what's what and who's who. I have your file right here."
Rifling through the stack of files on his desk, Charles soon found the one he was looking for. Opening it, he briefly perused it before looking at the marshal, "The former owner, Mr. Croft spoke highly of you and your business. From what I've read so far, it looks very promising."
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