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Jemima Wigfall

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About Jemima Wigfall

  • A Tough Girl

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Jenny Tomasin
  • Full Name
    Jemima Andrea Wigfall
  • Goes By
    Jemima
  • Profession
    Boarding House scullion, maid for hire.
  • Position
    Low
  • Birth Date
    12/25/1856
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    5' 6 1/2"
  • Hair Color
    Black
  • Eye Color
    Brown

Physical Description

Unprepossessing. 

 

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Traits & Characteristics

Jemima is a strong, hard worker and is desperate to meet a boy and find love, but she has a secret that makes her very shy around young men. She is jealous of most other girls who seem so attractive and graceful compared to herself. She hates her brother.

Employment

Jemima helps her mother out with chores at her boarding house and makes a few extra dollars for the household by 'doing' for F. Falmer Browne in his upmarket townhouse.

Expertise

Cleaning, washing, mending, potato peeling, carrying, moving things, lifting, going to the stores for produce, making beds, dusting. Once caught a large toad at school and was thereafter reckoned 'a good toad-catcher'.

Aliases / Nicknames

None

Residense(s)

Mrs Wigfall's Boarding House.

Kith & Kin

Father George Wigfall, Western Union Office Manager.

Mother Mary Wigfall, Boarding House Mistress.

Older Brother (by 5 minutes) Hector Mark Wigfall, Western Union Telegraph Operator

Life Events

Born: Jemima Andrea Wigfall, Christmas Day 1856, Kalispell, Montana

School: 1861-1870, Bottom of the Class 3 years running 1863 thru 1865

Work for Boarding house: 1866-Present

Work for Falmer Brown, 1875-Present

 

And that's the story of her life.

Character Notes

Friends with Arabella Mudd. 

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  1. Jemima Wigfall
    "Why'd that Mr Ryker leave, is he coming back?"
     
    "I don't reckon we'll be seein' him again."  She shrugged, disappointed that she'd made a mistake, but there was no reason to pine over it.  "I don't have no misgivin's that he loves me, nor that he's fond'a Weedy, but I reckon some gents just can't handle bein' committed or bein' in one place." 
     
    Jemima nodded - not to indicate that she knew this already, but to indicate her understanding and comprehension, that she was learning from the more experienced woman. She'd have to make sure she didn't lose her man for those reasons.
     
    Jemima heard the front door and a familiar voice out front. 
     
    "Professor Brown's here." she said in her flat nasal tone. "Pity he isn't twenty years younger. He's rich as anything, he's clever and he's nice. Gentlemanly like. I guess you know he likes you. I mean, really likes you." she thought a second, and then added. "But a young woman needs a young man. Satisfy her needs." she gave her opinion bluntly. 
     
    She shrugged again, slipping her nightshirt over her head, then combing her fingers through her wet hair.  "I'm done with love, got my brother here, an' nephew, an' I got Weedy, that's enough.  Ain't worth th' fuss."
     
    Jemima shook her head. "That's all right for you. You've known love. I never have." she concluded. 
     
    Grinning, she patted Jemima on the arm.  "Let's go get some'a them good vittles ya made!"  And with that, she marched, unabashed, into the house!
     
    The hardworking, lovelorn, frowsy-looking girl nodded sadly and followed Addy through.
     
    @MD @Bongo
  2. Jemima Wigfall
    "Grab a bucket there," she asked Jemima, then she grabbed another...it would go pretty quickly with both of them working. 
     
    "They gave me a shiner, an' Miss Caroline's got even more scrapes, but we took care'a one of 'em, so he ain't gonna bother no one no more."
     
    "Good." growled Jemima, with a look of grim satisfaction on her face. She would have enjoyed hearing exactly how the redskin had died at the white women's hands, but it was a bit unseemly to ask. She'd find out from the saloon whore Mundee, via Arabella. 
     
    She dumped some water into the trough, then went back for another round.  "I'm glad that lunkhead didn't come out in th' dark."  Glancing at Jemima, she shook her head.  "Wouldn't just got lost out there an' ended up back here, th' horses would'a come home."
     
    "I offered to show him the way!" Jemima blurted "But I don't think he thought girl should go on adventures like that. He wanted to keep me safe." she uttered, feeling an odd mixture of resentment still, that he had rejected her offer, and cosiness at the thought of him considering her safety. A little dreamy look came over her face, which was usually quite placid and bovine anyway, and then she snapped out of it and went to fetch one of the kettles - she could at least take a little of the chill out of the pump water for Isiah's sister.
     
    Finally, she peeled out of what was left of her clothes, then sighed and stepped into the tub, only shivering a little as she settled down.  "I thank ya fer lookin' out fer th' boys.  It's good ta know they weren't alone."
     
    Jemima looked at Addy's naked body as she dipped into the makeshift bathtub. She was surprisingly womanly in her form for such a tomboyish person, her body would be attractive to a man and she could see what that feller, whatshisname, Jay Ryker, had seen in her. When she told Arabella that she'd given a naked Addy Chappel a bath, that weird little Miss would be as jealous as Hell; but the sight of an attractive female form just made Jemima sad: she herself was even less attractive with her clothes off than she was with them on, and that was saying something.  
     
    Closing her eyes, she sighed.  "Would ya mind goin' in my room an' grabbin' my nightshirt?"  She'd need something to put on when she got out of the water.
     
    "Sure" nodded the girl and came back presently with both the mannish nightshirt - no pink ribbons and bows here - a towel, the other kettle and the posh soap from the Professor's. 
     
    She dumped the soap, towel and nightshirt and brought the kettle round to the front of the trough to pour it in where it wouldn't scald the bather. "Spread your legs" she suggested, so she could pour the water in safely. For some reason, that lead her to her next question. 
     
    "Why'd that Mr Ryker leave, is he coming back?" she asked the other woman bluntly. 
     
    @Bongo
  3. Jemima Wigfall
    "Miss Jemima."  Addy nodded to the young woman.
     
    "I'm glad you're all right, Miss Chappel." the girl said simply.
     
    "That pie ya got there?"  Addy grinned, allowing as how she really was pretty famished, and for real food!  "Don't know as I got no 'lady things' ta worry on, but a nice, hot bath'll be just th' thing!  Thank ya fer offerin' help, Miss Jemima.  Ya can put some water on ta heat."
     
    Jemima nodded her comprehension and tried unsuccessfully to appear oblivious to Isiah's presence.
     
    "Afternoon, Jemima." He tipped his hat towards her, giving her a smile as Josh held tight to "Mighty kind of you and Mrs. O'Hoolighan...." He hoped he said that right.  
     
    Jemima just gave Isiah a quick, coy smile and looked back down again: too shy, even, to correct the terrible mis-pronouncement of Mrs O'Hoolighan's name, even though she'd just said it herself. 
     
    "We still had left overs from last night, but this looks nice and warm and no doubt delicious." He held his hand towards her, offering to take the pie off her hands.
     
    "That was just Tater Pie, this is steak and kidney, we made it specially to build up Miss Chappel's strength after her ordeal." she explained. When he held out his hands to take it though, she demurred "That's all right, I can bring it." she said. After all, he might be tall and handsome, but he was still just a man, and a man might clumsily drop it or put it in the wrong place in the kitchen and besides, pie-care was women's work, even in the topsy-turvy house of Miss Addy, where women wore men's clothes and drove stage coaches!
     
    "I'm sure we could use some help if you don't mind and have the time, because you are going in, getting cleaned up and resting." 
     
    She didn't really need a bath hot, but neither did she relish a cold bath!
     
    "Should be done 'bout th' time yer done with them horses," she told her brother, "then we c'n all sit down ta a feast...an' whisky fer them what's old enough!"  She needed a good shot!
     
    Jemima went in with Addy and put the pie somewhere sensible then looked out some suitable kettles to heat the water up on the hob where, just last night, she had stood and cooked up some vitals for Weedy and Arabella and then Josh and his father too. 
     
    She couldn't help comment on Addy's black eye. "That's a nice shiner they gave you, Miss Chappel; would you like me to fetch some raw steak to put on that, we didn't use it all in the pie?" she offered.
     
    "Mr Chappel was awfully worried about you, he wanted to set off and find you in the middle of the night, we even had words about it." she confided, finding an odd thrill to relate the very minimal conversation she had enjoyed with her brother: that they had spoken at all, even if he had ended by scolding her, was something to her, it meant they had some sort of 'relationship'.
     

     
    @MD @Bongo
  4. Jemima Wigfall
    If Mrs O'Hoolighan hadn't suggested it, Jemima wouldn't have gone calling at the Chappel home, that last day in August. Not because she didn't care about the injured and abused Indian captive who was just then being brought home, or her adopted son Porter, who had endured a tough night of it, no doubt, but because she did care for Miss Chappel's brother, Isiah. 
     
    Arabella had told her about this thing called 'the hard to get game' which girls were supposed to use on men they wanted: but any plans that Jemima might have to try that on Mr Chappel were sorta busted by her turning up like a bad penny with a pie (nicely covered in a gingham cloth) a jug of cordial and a bar of fancy scented soap that  Mrs. O'H. had donated. 
     
    Addy, Weedy, little Josh and (*sigh*) Isiah, were just making their way in when she appeared, toting her 'welcome home' package. It so happened she caught Isiah's eye first, and quickly looked down to the ground, blushing furiously. 
     
    "Mrs O'Hoolighan said to bring these round and see if Miss Chappel wants any help with anything... any lady things." she announced, somewhat mysteriously. But terrible things could happen to a women at the hands of the Indian savages, things Addy may not be able to disclose to a man, even her brother.
     
    @MD @Bongo
     
  5. Jemima Wigfall
    Mrs Wigfall, Hector Wigfall, Jemima Wigfall, the sweet little old lady from Room 7, and the two boarders from the parlour all spilled out onto the street after them, some waving them off with their hands, some waving handkerchiefs, with generic and well meaning shouts of "Goodbye!" "Have a great time!" "Safe travels" and Hector's unmistakable sardonic voice warning cheekily "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Even a couple of passers-by stopped to pull out handkerchiefs and join in the waving.
     
    As mentioned, entertainment was a commodity hard to come by in Kalispell, in those far off days.
     
    "Oh don't they make a lovely couple!" beamed Mrs Wigfall, who had a great blow to her romantic life of late, and felt the resultant void deeply. "You can almost hear the wedding bells."
     
    "She's not right for him." replied Jemima flatly, jealousy writ large about her peevish features. 
     
    @Bailey @Wayfarer [I guess my work here is done].
  6. Jemima Wigfall
    The door opened to Jemima Wigfall, wearing her dowdiest smock and mop cap and her filthiest pinny, clutching a dustpan and brush. "What?!" she started shortly, then saw who it was. "Oh, howdy Mr Redmond." she greeted the handsome widower. 
     
    For one brief second the dream that he was calling on her flitted across her yearning heart, but he soon disabused the poor girl of that fantastic notion and she called back: "MRS DEITRICH! MR REDMOND'S HERE FOR YOU!!!" in a voice loud enough to alert both Lucinda, the rest of the inmates of the boarding house, and the neighbours on either side. 
     
    "You look nice." she told him while they waited: her voice its usual flat and toneless self, but amour sparkling in her piggy black eyes as she looked him up and down. "Going anywhere special?" she asked, so she could later imagine herself in Lucinda's place.
     
    The shout had roused the bored inhabitants of the building. From the front parlour came Hector Wigfall and a couple of curious guests, and Mrs Wigfall from the Kitchen, all crowding into the hallway. "Howdy Mr Redmond!" Hector called past Jemima "How about the price of them turnips?" Mrs Wigfall pushed her daughter out of the way, rather roughly, "Oh, won't you come in for a macaroon while you wait, Mr Redmond" she gushed.  "My, don't you look nice? Are you going anywhere special?" "I asked him that already" complained Jemima, trying to fight her way to the front of the crowd.
     
    "Here she comes!" shouted one of the guests as a female clomping was heard on the stairs. But it was just the sweet old lady from room 7, come to see what the noise was about. Well, entertainment was short in Kalispell these days, since the feud had died down.
     
    @Bailey
     
    [Sorry, couldn't resist!]
     
  7. Jemima Wigfall
    It wasn't long before Arabella parted, A) to get the glad tidings back to Caroline's 'family', her fellow saloon workers, and B) to avoid the washing up. Hector went back to the Telegraph Office and eventually, when Jemima had washed, dried and tidied away the supper things, she went, too. With Mr. Chappel there to look after Josh and Weedy, she was surplus to requirements, and bade her farewells.
     
    "Well, night." 
     
    Jemima wasn't long on impassioned speeches. 
     
    [OOC: Yes, better wait and make sure they definitely are rescued OK before going to pick them up from the Fort! Maybe that should be a new thread?]
     
  8. Jemima Wigfall
    "Ms. Jemima, I didn't mean to speak so harshly.  I just want to find her.  And I don't want to go dragging anyone else out there that don't have ta be.  I've seen my fair share of blood shed and gore ..." because of the war... "and it ain't something you can un-see.  I don't want no one to have to through that, that don't have to."
     
    Arabella gave a little cough, the boys were still present during this gloomy monolog.
     
    Then quickly he realized that perhaps what he had said could elude that there may be blood shed and gore to be seen at the hands of Addy and anyone else that had been with her. "Not that I'm expectin' there ta be any for those that are rescued....but I do hate ta see what's going to happen to those Indians!" Because he knew had he been there and got his hands on any of those Indians that had gotten a hold of Addy .... well it wouldn't be pretty!
     
    "Wonder how that pie's doing?" asked Arabella, half-heartedly trying to change the subject. Isiah was clearly worried, Jemima was in a mood, the boys were probably worried, too. Arabella was certainly worried about Caroline, even more so now after Mr Chappel's speech: before then she had almost been able to pretend to herself it wasn't happening, that they were all just here for some fun sleepover. Now she sat with her chin on her steepled fingers, as depressed as everybody else. 
     
    Isiah had no appetite but he could tell everyone was hungry. "Why don't ya'll eat and then maybe Weedy and I, and whoever else wants, can go into town and see if anyone there's gotten any news?" 
     
    Jemima was about to point out that there was no point in doing that, her brother would come with news as soon as there was any, but, well, why deny the man the salve to his conscience? She nodded in sombre agreement instead. She opened her mouth to offer to take Isiah to the telegraph office, but remembering her previous rejection, closed it shut again, so that she resembled big ugly goldfish, opening and closing its mouth as it swam around its bowl.
     
    @Bongo @MD
  9. Jemima Wigfall
    “Ms. Wigfall, with all due respect I have no desire for a stiff drink, but I do have a desire to go out and help the Calvary rescue my sister.” He spoke with urgency as he continued. “Please, don’t waste a moment with any other information you may have on her situation." 
     
    Jemima nodded and, in her flat nasal voice, told what she knew as succinctly and as swiftly as possible.
     
    "Well, all right. Seems the stage got hit sometime late this morning on the road to Helena. Friend of my brother called Jake Lutz found it, Addy's shotgun feller and two passengers killed and mutilated, Addy and Miss Mundee from the saloon missing..." she frowned at the thought of the beautiful and glamourous singer, who was everything that she was not "... she ain't a fit person for you to know!" she couldn't help informing the handsome Mr. Chappel "Anyway, a party went out from the Fort this afternoon under Captain Barlow: if anyone can find them, he can, he's an experienced man and he's got Indian scouts and everything."
     
    She then pointedly added another fact. 
     
    "Jake wanted to go with them but they wouldn't allow it: in fact they threatened to throw him in the stockade if he tried to follow the Troop, they said civilians just got in the way of Army operations." This was clearly aimed at Isiah's insistence on going along and helping. However she narrowed her piggy little back eyes at the restless and rugged looking widower.
     
    "But, Mr Chappel, I don't think something like that would stop a man like you from trying to find his sister. I think I know the place where the attack must've happened from what Hector said, it'd take hours for you to find it in the dark." for indeed, the Sun was now setting in the Western sky "Sir, I've lived here all my life: I know a short cut through the pass, I can ride and I know how to use a gun: I can guide you there." she said simply. 
     
    @MD
     
  10. Jemima Wigfall
    Then the topic of pirate ships came up, and, of course, Arabella started asking questions, and Weedy shot Jemima a sharp glance. 
     
    "It's nothing," he insisted, "just stories we were making up, that's all."
     
    "Oooh, I love pirate stories!" Arabella beamed "Hey, after supper, why don't we play pirates? I can be the Spanish Princess, and you two pirates capture me and torture me to reveal where the treasure's buried. First you tie me up and then you tickle my..." but the rest was lost as the front door opened. Maye it was Hector with news of Addy and Caroline!! 
     
    The three of them waited with baited breath, but it was the voice of a stranger, at least to the girls, that sounded. 
     
    "Uncle Isiah!"  Dropping (literally) what he was doing, the boy ran to the man and nearly leapt into his arms, hugging him tightly and starting to sob.
     
    "UncleIsiahMizAddygotattackedbyIndiansandshehasn'tcomebackandthey'regoingtoscalpherandMissCarolineandMarshalGuyerandthecavalryaretryingtorescuethemandI'msoscared!"
     
    Arabella looked the big handsome widower up and down and muttered in a not so quiet voice: "Ugh, does that mean we gotta share this pie five ways instead of three?"
     
    Jemima was much more friendly. She knew of Isiah and Josh, she had seen the two of them through Professor Browne's window and was aware they were Addy's brother and nephew, but had never before had an excuse to talk to him... er. .. them. 
     
    She didn't quite shove Weedy out of the way, but she interposed herself between him and his Uncle with a command of "Porter, you and your cousin stay here with Arabella, us adults need to talk alone." She knew he'd object so she immediately followed it up with a stern "No ifs or buts!" and a wag of her finger, but then a softer "Please. It's important."
     
    She indicated the door to Isiah "Mr Chappel, if I may?" 
     
    As Weedy and Josh watched them go, Arabella shook her head. "Poor feller. Listen, if they ain't back in half an hour we'll need to send the U.S. Cavalry to go and save him!"
     
    -------
     
    In the dark hallway, Jemima moved close to Isiah, all the better to convey the grim intelligence she had out of the earshot of the youngsters.
     
    "My name's Jemima Wigfall, Mr Chappel, and I'm afraid I have some dreadful news for you. I'm sorry to be the one to inform you that your sister has been captured by a band of renegade Indians. At last report the Cavalry were moving in on them and still had some hopes of rescuing her, but... well, I thought you should know the worst. We haven't told Porter how bad the situation is, but obviously he is very worried." 
     
    She glanced to the door opposite. "Maybe you'd like to sit down in the parlour, I'll bring you a stiff drink for the shock." she offered. "Miss Mudd is very good at distracting the children, I can fill you in with what else I know."
     
    She did feel a slight... all right, massive twinge of guilt: this tragic situation was actually great for her! She suddenly had a reason to talk with the handsome man next door, more... she had information for him he needed to know, and she was morally bound to comfort him. Normally a nice looking feller like him woundn't give an plan-looking girl like her the time of day, but now, who knew? He might collapse into her arms in an emotional breakdown at any moment and she would have to hold him in her arms while he wept onto her breast. Damn! She wished she'd waxed her moustache now. 
     
    @MD @Bongo

About Sagas

Sagas of the WIld West is a roleplaying game set in a fictionalized version of the town of Kalispell in Montana territory. Our stories begin in 1875 and are set against the backdrop of actual historical events.Sagas was inspired by the classic television and movie westerns. Our focus is on writing, storytelling and character development.

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Founders: Stormwolfe & Longshot

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