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About Worcester Pettigrew

  • Milliner, Ladies Outfitter, Corsetry Engineer

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  • Role
    Supporting Character
  • Playby
    Roger Hammond
  • Full Name
    Worcester Zebedee Pettigrew
  • Goes By
    Mr Pettigrew, 'Wus' (Short for Worcester)
  • Profession
    Ladies Outfitter
  • Position
    Manager and surviving partner of Pettigrew & Peckham Corsets
  • Birth Date
    5th January 1816
  • Status
    Single
  • Height
    5' 6"
  • Hair Color
    Ginger
  • Eye Color
    Blue

Physical Description

Though short and stout, Mr. Pettigrew has the quiet but dignified bearing of a gentleman, which makes him seem taller than he really is. It is only when standing next to him, looking down on his balding pate, that one realises that he is quite a little fellow. To disguise his baldness, his bright ginger locks are pulled across in an unsuccessful 'comb-over' which rises, with comical effect, in a light breeze. 

Traits & Characteristics

A lovely, kind gentleman, but can be roused to a suffused fury by unmannerly or un-gentlemanly behaviour. Very attentive and understanding with his sometimes quite hysterical lady customers. A keen student of human personality with an interest in such sciences and para-sciences that aim to explore the same. His nautical Father, The Commodore, bequeathed him an interest and expertise in Astronomy, and the ability to acquit himself well on the field of honor, with pistol, sword or walking cane. From his mother he imbibed a love of music and some small ability on the pianoforte, and he is a great encourager of musical talent in others. From his sisters, he inherited a love of fashion, fine fabrics, neat sewing and feminine beauty. From his brothers he inherited an ability to be at ease in the company of rough and tumble, manly, 'real' men, and to be at home in even spit and sawdust Saloons like the Stardust.

 

Mr. Pettigrew is a Confirmed Bachelor.

Employment

Manager and surviving partner of Pettigrew & Packham Corsets. He also dabbles in the arcane, to the extent of writing the weekly horoscope for the Kalispell Union under the pseudonym of Oberon.

Expertise

Astrology

Astronomy

Business

Corsetry Engineering

Fencing

Mesmerism

Music

Pattern Cutting

Pattern Making

Sewing

Aliases / Nicknames

Wus to the more rough and tumble element, short for Worcester.

Residense(s)

Lives in his Bachelor Quarters above the dress store.

Kith & Kin

His last surviving sister, Zillah, died recently at the old family plantation near Lafayette, Louisiana. His remaining close family are gone now, either through the ravages of old age or the effects of the war, both his brothers having been killed in the conflict.

 

Wus kept in touch with his half brother Paul Pettigrew (his slave name was 'Pompey') until he died, but continues the correspondence with Paul's daughter in New Jersey)

 

His Father was Captain Thomas Pettigrew, USN, known (on account of his once having to command two ships at once during the war of 1812) as The Commodore.

Life Events

5th Jauary 1816: Born to retired war hero and planter, Captain Thomas Pettigrew and Fanny McAdam, nr. Lafayette Louisiana, 6th and last child.

 

1828: At age 12 'told on' to his father by his sister, Zillah Pettigrew, for playing with her dollies and making new outfits for them. He is summoned, terrified, to his Father, a stern and flinty man. The Commodore, however, is also a man of the world and a realist, having spent many years in the navy. He gives young Wus a disturbingly practical set of advice about how to survive as a homosexual gentleman in society, how he needs to maintain "all the marks of dignity of any gentleman of quality" be courteous to ladies, protect small children, to be a fair, but not mollycoddling, master to his slaves, and so forth. The two phrases that stick in his mind, nearly sixty on:

 

"Your private love affairs, Sir, you must keep discrete; but not to the point of being blackmailed. Should that happen, you must say, like the Duke of Wellington, 'Publish and be damned!' and then, at the earliest opportunity, find the man and shoot him down like a dog in the street!" 

 

and the other, more pithy:

 

"Buggery, Sir, I absolutely forbid! It is injurious to both the active party and the passive, use of 'starters' notwithstanding."

 

Worcester later had to ask his younger, but wiser, half-brother Pompey what the Dickens Buggery meant, the both of them were stumped by 'starters'.

 

He and his Father never spoke of the matter again, but whereas his older brothers went into the Army and Navy, he was secured a berth at a fashionable Ladies Outfitters in New Orleans as a trainee cutter. A step down from the life of a Southern aristocrat, perhaps, but one that he loved. His brothers and sisters, after a stern talking to by their Father, accepted 'little Wus' for what he was and any insult offered to him was an insult offered to them, with perhaps the exception of his brother Farley. When he, as Captain Farley Pettigrew of the Louisiana Tigers was brought back to the plantation to die, a leg amputated above the knee and wound in his shoulder that refused to heal, Wus rushed back to Lafayette to nurse him in his final weeks, and the two men came to some sort of understanding of each other.

 

1832-1861: Pettigrew rises slowly but surely in the Ladies Outfitting business in New Orleans, his prestige and fortune ever growing. A number of affairs with other young men of similar sensibilities surprisingly easy to stumble into in that cosmopolitan port. He is well known and sought out by both ladies of quality and the demi-monde of actresses and courtesans to dress, corset and adorn them to best effect.


1857: Botched suicide attempt after a disastrous love affair with a well known Secessionist Fire Eater in the Louisiana Legislature whose wife objects to their liaisons.

 

1861-1866: The misery of the Occupation by Federal Forces. When Union governor General 'Beast' Butler makes his proclamation that any New Orlean Lady caught out after curfew will be treated as a common prostitute by Union soldiers, he is the first person to send the monster his card, calling him out. General Butler declines the offer of a duel. 

 

1866-1871: Unhappy with the scene in post war reconstructionist New Orleans, and with no interest in taking over the now worthless and slave-less plantation, Worcester Pettigrew tries heading North for Washington and New York. However, his fashion ideas are seen as old fashioned and hopelessly Southern and parochial. He is not a success in the North.

 

1872-1876: He accepts an invitation to join an old Louisiana acquaintance, John Lockhart Packham out West, where the latter is opening a Ladies Outfitters in some God-Forsaken hole in the Territories called Kalispell. By the time a ruffled and dusty Pettigrew arrives, via railroad, stagecoach and at one point even mule, Packham is pushing up daisies in the local 'boot hill' leaving him to run the business alone, or rather with hired local help. However, he has never had the heart to take Packham's name off of the store front sign.

Character Notes

Although homosexual, he is by choice not sexually active, long ago deciding that with his balding head and chubby frame he would cut a ludicrous figure as a lothario. However, he may be extra kind and helpful to attractive young men, especially those who remind him of past loves.

 

"Where are the snows of yesterday?"

Player Notes

Worcester, pronounced "Whuster" (hence the nickname)

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  1. Worcester Pettigrew
    "Well, he's right about one thing, Mister Pettigrew," dropping the nick-name, "I didn't mean to insult you, no, I meant to warn you. This is cattle country, run by cattlemen. I realize your political views, well, those I've heard anyway, do not look favorably on the men that built this country. Not America, but Montana. Mining, certainly, but cattle, sir, cattle is what built this territory."
     
    "I do not deny that, Mr McVey, but we cannot live in the past! And the situation is changing. Why, beef prices have been depressed for the last three years and no sign of things improving any time soon. Why if..." Pettigrew started, his use of the journalist's more formal appellation reflecting the frostiness of the argumentative McVey's invective.
     
    But then Reeve jumped in "... I'm not criticising the product, just the means of production. Cattle raising needs to be done on a more restricted basis, like the smaller ranches down in the  Madison Valley... they bring 'em out of winter feed much later, and...
     
    "I certainly could print every word you have uttered today, you and Mister Reeve here, that would not be a problem, and would certainly sell a lot of papers, but what I would print is your statement, let's see here, oh, yes 'I am for strong Government and down on filibustering and petty squabbles standing in the way of real progress. And that I strongly support Samuel J. Tilden for the presidency!' That should state your views adequately."
     
    "Print what you like... you usually do! That newspaper is just a expression of your own personal views on everything, anyway..." Pettigrew had his dander up now: the remains of his fiery red mane standing up on end almost with ire.
     
    This had gone off the rails loang ago, and continuing to hammer at one another was not going to come to a resolution. And then it came roaring back to him, 'I'm interested in what Mr McVey has to say - what he sees as the ideal solution to Kalispell's woes!'
     
    Uh? Oh, he was drawing on something Reeve had said a while back before the conversation got nasty.
     
    "An idea solution to Kalispell's woes, Mister Reeve, is not to found in some iron fisted power grab by some 'appointed' individual who will no doubt do the bidding of only a segment of the population, that being the upper class in town. No, the 'ideal' solution can be found in the election results, and then in the lessons men learn from their mistakes while doing their best for the people of Kalispell, all the people of Kalispell!"
     
    "Oh what sanctimonious clap-trap!" bellowed Whus "If you know so much about it all, why don't you stand for Mayor, McVey?!" Oh dear: it wasn't even Mr McVey, now. "Oh, he wouldn't put his money where his mouth is!" Reeve hissed, serpent-like.
     
    "Sure! Shut up or put up!" shouted the dressmaker, and was just about to give Phin a nice juicy poke in the chest to drive home his point when the door cracked open and Jemima poked her head in and looked at the three of them undecidedly. She'd been told to come in with coffee and cigars for the three men after a certain amount of time, but with all the heated arguing discernible from outside the door, she wasn't so sure what to do now.
     
    "What d'you want me to fetch, Mister Pettigrew, the cigars or the shooting irons?" the plain girl asked. She herself usually carried a Smith & Wesson Schofield revolver chambering a short .45 round in her apron pocket; but that was for her own personal use, in case a band of redskins happened to come to town. 
     
    "Neither, Mr McVey was just leaving!!" huffed the insulted ladies' outfitter indignantly.
     
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  2. Worcester Pettigrew
    Phin laughed, "Mister Reeve, Virginia City is a mining town plain and simple. Now Kalispell, for all it's faults, and by God it has 'em, that's plain to see, derives much from the fact that we have some mining, cattle ranching, farming, and recently, pig . Now here's the thing, we do all of this by democratic rule. Folks vote for what they want. I need to tell you this, you go poking the bear that's the ranchers, and there'll be hell to pay!'
     
    Reeve listened to this dissertation politely, the only comment that caused him any comment was that about pig farming apparently being big in the region. "Pig? Oh,  that's interesting. I saw a whole bunch of sheep on the way in, over to the west, gnawing the grass short and spreading the scab. Didn't see much by the way of pork farming." he nodded, noting the intelligence.
     
    "What I'm hearing from you both is you want the implementation of an authoritarian form of town government, am I correct here? You want one person to have control of all that is done here in Kalispell. One man, say who decides what he thinks is good for the community as opposed to the will of the people. Sounds a whole lot like Mister Orr and his designs for our little town. So, as fer as cattlemen being on their way out sir, I'm afraid that theory just don't hold water. No more than your miners down south are on their way out. No sir, Kalispell will never put up with an authoritarian style of government. Better to learn from the mistakes one makes than be subjugated."
     
    It took a second for Reeve to realise that McVey had stopped talking, he jumped a little "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr McVey, I lost track a little there as to whether you're asking me what I think, or telling me what to think. I was under the impression that journalists were supposed to do the former."
     
    "Well, perhaps you could just print that we, er, I am for strong Government and down on filibustering and petty squabbles standing in the way of real progress. And that I strongly support Samuel J. Tilden for the presidency!" said Pettigrew hopefully. But it was Reeve's hair-raising rhetoric that had struck home, apparently.
     
     "Mister Pettigrew, I'll not print any of this because you seem to be welcomed by the ladies of our fair community, and an inflammatory article would see you run out of town, or worse. Your views of cattlemen, gentlemen, will result in trouble, I assure you."
     
    Surprisingly, it was now the normally placid Mr Pettigrew who had stream coming out of his ears: he shot up out of his seat like a jack-in-the box and started to berate McVey!
     
    "Are you implying, Suh, that I am unable to defend myself! You print every word of what I said and if any man has an issue with it, well I'm not too long in the tooth to..."
     
    Reeve was now on his feet calming the plump old fellow down.
     
    "Now, now, Whus, steady! Steady I say. Mr McVey didn't mean to insult you. All that stuff about protecting you is just an excuse: he daren't print our platform, he's scared it might swing the vote our way! Isn't that right, Mr McVey?" he asked archly.
     
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  3. Worcester Pettigrew
    "Mister Reeve, what exactly is it you do here in Kalispell, I'm afraid I've not heard about you before today." Phin asked.
     
    "Oh, I'm from Virginia City, lived there most of my life. I came over last month for the reading of Mr Orr's Last Will and Testament. He was kind enough to leave me a rather generous bequest." the young man answered, brushing some lint from his trousers. "I'm rather taken with the place, I found Miss Orr charming" [charmingly rich, perhaps?] ".. and Mr Pettigrew here has introduced me to some surprisingly refined company: Mr Vaughn, Miss Mudd..."
     
    Then McVey went on. "Seems to me you have no idea about either of the men  whom you berated as if they have done nothing for the community. Hell Mister Reeve, they ARE the community, without the Thornton's and the Steelgrave's there would be no Kalispell."
     
    "Maybe in the early days, Mr McVey, but what are they doing right now?!" Reeve asked pointedly. "Their influence seems more disruptive than anything."
     
    He shook his head, easterners at their uneducated finest. "You said," he referred to his notes, "'They will be non-partisan civil servants under the direction of the mayor. The current Town Council might be a fine symbol of the citizens of Kalispell's democratic power, but I'm afraid that in practice they represent a stumbling block to the effective growth of this community: as you have so often pointed out in the pages of your own paper!'
     
    "I admire your note-taking skills, Mr McVey. Is it the Pitman shorthand method?" asked Reeve superciliously, but the veteran reporter was not to be swerved:
     
    "Now supposing that were true, and to a degree it is, with one rather large exception, that would be Judge Ben Robertson, and to a degree the dearly departed Richard T. Orr. Not to speak ill of the deceased, but facts are facts. Both men with designs, it would appear, to control in the manner of your all powerful mayor." He paused, looking to each man in turn.
     
    Poor Pettigrew was starting to feel like something of a spare part at his own interview as McVey and Reeve engaged like a pair of bulls locking horns. 
     
    "Now gentlemen, gentlemen, please! You said yourself, Cass, I don't have a snowball in Hell's chance of winning: there's no need for all this unpleasant arguing." Whus declared, holding up his hands in supplication to his two more fiery companions. 
     
    "No! Let him finish. I'm interested in what Mr McVey has to say - what he sees as the ideal solution to Kalispell's woes!" Reeve glared feverishly at the editor of the Union. 
     

     
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  4. Worcester Pettigrew
    “So, let me get this straight, the Mayor appoints his people, or what? People he selects for this 'civic body' get total control over what construction takes place?” He asked.
     
    "Why certainly" answered Pettigrew easily "They will be non-partisan civil servants under the direction of the mayor. The current Town Council might be a fine symbol of the citizens of Kalispell's democratic power, but I'm afraid that in practice they represent a stumbling block to the effective growth of this community: as you have so often pointed out in the pages of your own paper, Phin!" 
     
    “And land speculation, all that ends because this civil body decides? Maybe I got this all wrong, but it sounds like some totalitarian style government which, incidentally flies in the face of democracy? Is that what I'm hearing?” He paused.
     
    "Not all land speculation, just around the railroads." put in Reeve quickly. "Yes, the Federal Government already interferes in that anyway, to a degree, appropriating or forcing sales of land for the purposes of spreading the network of railroads. That's one point where we local Democrats agree with the Government and diverge from the official Democrat party-line." added Pettigrew, managing to call it 'the Government' for once, rather than 'The Grant Tyranny'. 
     
    "We're strong for States' Rights, as you know, Mr McVey. We think that applies for the Territories, too. Your readers can be sure that we don't just tow the Party line when it's to the advantage of the local community to do something different."
     
    “Oh, and I've nothing against removing family feuds from government. The sooner the better, but what family are you talking about in Kalispell?”
     
    "Families, Phin, families. It takes two to dance, you know. Steelgrave might be the be the obvious problem, but Thornton and his crew are just as bad. You know poor Mrs Miggins has had to put up barbed wire to protect her crops from their wandering steers - on both sides. Now, these two large holdings have been considered a factor in local politics for a long time now, but they are withering on the vine, I'd just like to speed up their demise." Pettigrew said.
     
    Reeve then put in his two penn'th: "Their goose is cooked as soon as the railroad arrives anyway. The age of the big powerful ranchers is coming to a close, just like the age of the Indian. They're not our biggest problem right now anyway. Since I came to town I've heard nothing but Steelgrave this and Thornton that, but it just sounds like big talk to me; maybe I've missed something, but what have these two feuding kingdoms actually done to each other or to the town in the last year or two?" he asked, sounding genuinely curious.
     
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  5. Worcester Pettigrew
    "Ah yes, putting the fix in. An age old tactic to ensure victory for the least qualified on the ballot. A blessing that Speed Guyer will be at that box to oversee the process." Phin pointed out. "The Evergreen will vote his way, it's like riding for the brand, it is what is expected of them."
     
    "Are the Evergreen hands even entitled to vote? Do they pay rates?" asked Reeve.
     
    "Academic, who's going to stop them?" put in Pettigrew. 
     
    "As we talk on it, yes, I agree that Wentworth is  the best choice for the people of  Kalispell, not to slight you Whus, however he has two things on his side, youth and energy, things you and I don not share. Latham shall be the problem in this matter." Phin continued on.
     
    "Three things: he has the press on his side, too." put in Reeve. 
     
    Pettigrew laughed "Now, now, Cass, I'm on trial here not Phin! I mean, being interviewed. No, no, no, Matt's a good man."  Reeve shrugged and McVey carried on.
     
    "Then there is this Priest fellow who only the saloon crowd knows." 
     
    "That's right." agreed Pettigrew, but again the slick Lewis Cass Reeve had something to point out. "They know him, but do they like him?" "Hmmm, that's true!" agreed Pettigrew. Whus didn't like conflict or making waves, it was a good job Reeve was there to do it for him, although Whus found it all a little uncomfortable. 
     
    "I'm not sure how that will go, even with them. I'm not sure quite what to make of the fellow, but being the unknown, that can be either good or bad, depending. I would almost say, the race will be between Wentworth and Latham, not to slight you..."
     
    Pettigrew looked  little put out at this comment and glanced at Reeve, she just smiled a little and shook his head, as if to say, let it slide, it doesn't matter. 
     
    "...so, let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? Just what is your platform?"
     
    "Well..." said the portly pattern cutter and launched into a well prepared dissertation on what Mayor Pettigrew would do "... I would commence by putting the whole running of the town into a systematic order with efficient appointed rather than elected civil servants. The speculation in land pertaining to the building of the railroad would be stamped out and the building of amenities would be passed into the hands of an independent and prompt acting civic body : all this fuss and nonsense about 'who's building what hospital where' and orphanages and what not would be ended: family feuds have no place in civic governance." he droned on. 
     
    Reeve was watching McVey more than Pettigrew. His old mentor Richard Orr had been right, the Democratic cause could never prosper in Kalispell until there was a Democratic voice in the town, an organ that would portray the news in a manner more sympathetic to the great cause. 
     

     
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  6. Worcester Pettigrew
    "Hello, a pleasure to meet you, Virginia City Montana I presume. Odd two mining cities of the same name. Oh well."
     
    "Yes, our poor tired old ex-capital." Reeve laughed, that honour having transferred to Helena just last year. 
     
    Phin greeted, "Welcome to our speck of a town."
     
    "Out of tiny acorns are mighty oak trees grown, Mr McVey." Reeve replied smoothly. 
     
    There followed a nice little verbal dance between the two men where each got the measure of the other, Pettigrew finally throwing his own 2 cents worth in:
     
    "Be careful of this one's oily tongue, Phin, or he'll have you standing for mayor, too!" frowned Pettigrew, slumping his ungainly form back into an overstuffed armchair. "Jemima, a drink for Mr McVey and you can refill Mr Reeve and myself." 
     
    "The hell you say, sir, politics is a subject, just not my game. I see no future in lying to people and pretending I'm in their service." Phin objected.
     
    "Why, Mr McVey - you're a cynic!" laughed Reeve. He had a nice, pleasant, light, boyish laugh. 
     
    Then they talked about poor tubby Pettigrew's fear of winning the competition that three other men were going to be pulling out all the stops to win. McVey certainly didn't disagree about his chances though he still wanted to know the details of his campaign.
     
    "Relax my friend, one percent won't carry the day no matter how one cuts it. And that is what I am here for, your platform, basically I want to print what Worcester Pettigrew believes he can do for the community."
     
    "His chances are 1%, but his share of the vote will be about 20% in these parts, on his platform." opined Reeve blandly, acting like Pettigrew couldn't speak for himself. 
     
    "If that's the democratic platform, then I'll print that, but Whus, it has to be in your own words." He smiled.
     
    Reeve smiled and nodded. He'd keep his big mouth out of it for a while.
     
    "So there are at least four of you vying for the office, something to keep in mind when worrying about this one percent."
     
    "Oh, I consider Matt the only sensible candidate, Republican though he be, if he stands. Must be mad if he does! He's like me, a busy man: he'll have a Hell of a job running that big hotel and the mayoral office. But like they say, if you've got an important job that needs doing, who do you ask to do it? You ask a busy person! Now, this feller, er, Priest: stranger in town, no discernible policies, just sits in the saloon all day playing solitaire. As for Steelgrave's stooge... can't even remember his name!"
     
    "Cole Latham" Reeve prompted subtly. 
     
    "Oh sure, Latham. Well, you might as well vote Steelgrave in as Mayor himself, who in their right mind's going to do that?!" he exclaimed. 
     
    "Unless someone fixes the ballot." Reeve suggested. 
     
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  7. Worcester Pettigrew
    Pettigrew & Packham (Deceased) Milliner, Ladies Outfitting Emporium and Corsetry Store was looking as spick and spam as usual when the veteran reporter entered it. Miss Miriam Kaufmann and Miss Jemima Wigfall both in attendance at the counter helping customers with what they needed. It seemed that the Wigfall girl had been specially posted as a sort of outlying vedette, or sentinel, to pounce upon Mr McVey when he made his appearance and conduct him swiftly upstairs to Pettigrew's private quarters. 
     
    After a cursory knock at the finely wrought door, she opened it and giving a clumsy curtsey officially announcing him "Mr McVey of the Kalispell Union."
     
    Pettigrew knew McVey, of course, and quickly rose and took him firmly by the hand "Hello Phin, hello!" he beamed, although he did look a little uncomfortable for some reason, perhaps the this might be explained by the presence of another man there, a young, well dressed, very handsome man at that. Pettigrew gave McVey precedence: introducing the stranger to him, first. 
     
    "Phin, this is Lewis Cass Reeve, out of Virginia City. One of the gentlemen who persuaded me to stand for this confounded Mayoral election!" he grumped.
     
    The dapper Mr Reeve offered his hand "It's a real pleasure to meet you, Mr McVey. I have some small literary pretensions myself: it is an honour to make the acquaintance of one who has made such a success out of the newspaper business in the cultural wilderness of the Territories without stooping to the vulgarities so often associated with big sales out here."  
     
    "Be careful of this one's oily tongue, Phin, or he'll have you standing for mayor, too!" frowned Pettigrew, slumping his ungainly form back into an overstuffed armchair. "Jemima, a drink for Mr McVey and you can refill Mr Reeve and myself." 
     
    The plain girl did so, before curtsying again and retreating. 
     
    "Well, be seated gentlemen, be seated, let's get this farce over with!" Pettigrew wheezed. Reeve laughed. "I've assured Whus that he's got a ninty-nine percent chance of losing this election. The whole thing is really just a puff for the Democratic platform in the national elections in September. No point in trying to pull the wool over the eyes of a seasoned newspaper man like yourself, Mr. McVey."
     
    "It's that damn one percent I'm worried about!" said Pettigrew, his jowls shaking as he shook his head ruefully.
     

     
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  8. Worcester Pettigrew
    Miriam did the same and never before had she ever hugged any person so hard in all her life. She was still crying but now it was tears of relief, joy even, "I'm sorry too. This was all my fault!"
     
    "Lord, I think I'm gonna be sick." commented Jemima obviously disgusted.
     
    Pettigrew waited a second for the two happily weeping girls to finish their embrace. Then he waited some more. Eventually Jemima sighed "Oh this is ridiculous!"
     
    "Yes, well, er, perhaps you ladies can carry on your 'making up' a little later." Pettigrew interrupted the two.
     
    Arabella peeled herself off Miriam and, looking into her brown eyes, simply nodded. All was well. They could discuss this later in full safety: knowing it would not end in acrimony. 
     
    "I'm sorry for the disturbance, Mr Pettigrew. I'll be getting along." she said decisively before throwing one last affectionate look at Miriam and a rather more comical one at Jemima, whose lank, somewhat greasy hair was decidedly lop sided now.  
     
    "And not a word to anyone!" Pettigrew warned her "... about Miss Kaufmann's adventures. Not a word from any of you!" he commanded. 
     
    "Well, he's my brother..." Jemima started, but the boss cut her off. "Any of you!"
     
    He looked over to Miriam.
     
    "Miss Kaufmann, may I assume that you wish to break off your association with Mr Wigfall? Perhaps it would be better if you would allow me to talk to the young man - I can hardly use the term gentleman - and let us only pray that there are no further consequences!"
     
    Jemima goggled and looked at Miriam's stomach with a gasp as the import of his words sank in. 
     
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  9. Worcester Pettigrew
    No sooner had she got that out but all the stress and emotion not to mention the sudden jolt of the collision was too much for her constitution. Turning her head away from him, the girl then vomited up her morning's breakfast.
     
    "Oh no, she's being sick!" yelped Arabella, letting go of Pettigrew's arm. "Hold her hair back!" chorused Jemima, letting go of the other, causing Pettigrew to go tumbling back to earth.
     
    "Too late!" cried Arabella, and they returned to helping the fat man up.
     
    "In all my born days..." he rumbled as he regained his feet and pulled his comb-over back into place. "Inside, all three of you!! I will know what this is all about!!" 
     
    They all trooped into the store and Mr Pettigrew locked the door behind them and turned round the closed sign. You didn't toil years in the drapery and millinery business without learning how to handle the hothouse atmosphere of the sewing room and its incumbent bevy of teenage seamstresses, hormones flying, at each other's throats, usually over boys. 
     
    "Now then, ladies!" he boomed in stentorian tones as the three of them naturally lined up, like soldiers on parade, Miriam still snivelling. "I CANNOT have these goings-on in MY store and I WILL know what this is all about! Who will tell me?!" he demanded.
     
    Miriam still had tears in her eyes and Jemima looked like the Spanish Inquisition would have to put in a good week's work to get her to crack. Arabella piped up immediately.
     
    "Well... see, me and Miriam is in love with each other, y'know, like that 'love what dare not speak its name' what you told me about that time, Mr. Pettigrew. And then it turns out I loves her more'n she loves me cause she went and had 'that love what does dare speak its name' with her brother..." she pointed at Jemima almost accusingly "... and I come in here and was bein' all horrible to Miriam because, well, I don't know why, cause I love her more 'n anything in the world an... an..." Then she burst out into tears "I'm sorry, Dolly, I'm sorry I made you cry!!!" she bawled and threw her arms around Miriam with great heaving sobs.
     
    "Lord, I think I'm gonna be sick." commented Jemima, disgusted as much at the unwonted emotional display as her two friend's unnatural relationship.
     
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  10. Worcester Pettigrew
    Worcester Pettigrew was just returning to his store from the bank when the door was flung open and a light blue blur of teenage girl shot out and straight into him: it wasn't so much the force of the collision as the shock that sent him backwards like a big round humpty dumpty, his legs wiggling for a second comically in the air. 
     
    Jemima and Arabella came right up behind Miriam and despite the fact that they had clearly just been fighting (Arabella's smock was torn and she was gripping the pinking shears in one hand and a hunk of Jemima's hair in the other) they both burst out laughing at the ridiculous sight of Pettigrew on the ground. If it was funny enough to make Jemima laugh, it was funny. 
     
    "Good Lord!" he shouted from the ground "Get me up, get me up I say! What the Devil is going on here?" 
     
    The girls rushed forward to help the portly man up, Jemima and Arabella scarcely able to contain their mirth, especially when Mr Pettigrew's fragile ginger 'comb-over' used to disguise his baldness, sort of flipped open like the lid of a half-opened tin can. 
     
    "In all my born days..." he rumbled as he regained his feet and pulled his comb-over back into place. "Inside, all three of you!! I will know what this is all about!!"
     
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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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