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Richard Orr

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About Richard Orr

  • (Deceased)

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  • Role
    NPC
  • Playby
    Eric Porter
  • Full Name
    Richard Compton Orr
  • Goes By
    Mr. Orr, Sir or Tricky Dicky
  • Profession
    Lawyer, Political Crony
  • Position
    Postmaster
  • Birth Date
    08/04/1832
  • Status
    Married
  • Height
    6'1"
  • Hair Color
    Black
  • Eye Color
    Brown

Physical Description

A big fellow with a fine, vigorous physique, even in middle age. Sports a full beard and moustache. 

Traits & Characteristics

Booming 'hail fellow well met' type with a shrewd and sly nature. Something of a philanderer with the ladies in the past, is now a little more circumspect.

Employment

For his support of the current Grant administration in the Territories, has been rewarded the plum post of United States Post Master for Kalispell, but most of his money comes from dry legal work around property, claims and water rights. Regularly has to travel to  Helena and other towns in the Territory.

Expertise

Law

Politics

Business

Aliases / Nicknames

Residense(s)

'The Beau-laurels' townhouse in Kalispell's upmarket Residential District.

Kith & Kin

Wife:  Mrs Dorothea Bosco Orr, née Dransfield.

Daughter: Anaesthesia Ether Orr

 

There are also rumours of illegitimate offspring.

Life Events

  • 1832: Born of Anglo/Welsh heritage to bad-lands farmers in Cross Plains, Texas. 
  • 1844: Takes part in some of the early Cattle drives as a 'Little Mary' on the Chuck Wagon
  • 1847: At 15 rides Drag as a proper cowboy
  • 1850: Saved enough money to pay for some schooling
  • 1855: Spends less time on the trail and more arranging business and legal side of the cattle drives. Resides for some time in Kalispell, Montana Territories, conducts an affair with one Mary ap Evans, who becomes pregnant.
  • 1856-57: Moves East to study law full time, becomes involved with Dorothea Bosco Dransfield, a wealthy heiress whom he marries.
  • Daughter Born 1st May 1858. Avon, nr. Hartfort, CONN. The birth is difficult and Mrs Orr's advanced young doctor uses Ether as an anaesthetic. In gratitude, Mrs Orr decrees that the baby girl be named Anaesthesia Ether.
  • 1861: No copperhead, Orr heads South and offers his services to the Confederacy although he considers secession an awful mistake for the South.
  • 1862-65: Staff Officer on Major General William Mahone's Staff, Army of Northern Virginia.
  • 1866: With the end of the war, Orr helps organise the newly revitalised Cattle Drives, employing a large number of ex-slaves and impoverished Texans. Spends his time between various points on the trail but, after recieving a mysterious letter, moves his family to Kalispell. His wife becomes the local school mistress for a number of years.
  • 1873: After occupying a number of important offices, and organising the Local Masonic Lodge, Mr Orr becomes Postmaster in Kalispell.
  • 1876: Horribly killed when the reporter Phineas McVay set fire to his office. 

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Recent Posts

  1. Richard Orr
    ""So I gather all that was required was for Miss Steelgrave to submit her plans, you hijack them, make a couple changes, and claim them for yourself. And therein lies your problem Dick, Leah Steelgrave has the men, building materials, and supplies waiting for the word to start. Or, had you missed that part. There is no profit to be made, which I realize goes against the grain with you." Phinn began. "All that was, is, or ever will be requested of the Town Council  was the trade for the land. The simple swap of parcels that get a hospital built at no cost to Kalispell or it's citizens."
     
    "Curses!" bellowed the tall bearded crooked official: once again the gallant, intelligent and beautiful Miss Steelgrave and her many powerful friends had outfoxed him!
     
    He shook his head, "So I am bound not to talk about this plan of yours. Your plan to bankrupt the town for your profit. You should get together with her father, maybe learn a thing or two from him because you damn sure have nothing to teach. You are simply a charlatan, sir. Willing to kill a community off with a cheaply built, third rate structure that will likely not last out the winter! You are a sham, sir, a pitiful excuse for a human being." He got to his feet and tossed the cigar onto the plans where the ash fell off and the burning end of it began to smoulder before bursting into flames.
     
    "No! My plans!!" yelled the outsmarted Orr and grabbed for the container of water used to mix with the whiskey: unfortunately for him, in the excitement he reached for the decanter of powerful cask strength whiskey and threw that on the increasing conflagration on his desk instead. Realising his horrible mistake, as the flames increased instead of dampened, he pulled back the decanter, depositing a good deal of the flammable liquid onto his sleeve. 
     
    Maybe it was that, or the expensive and powerful cologne his wife had sprayed him with that morning, but as he tried to put out the flames fast engulfing the myriad papers on his desk, the flames caught and streaked up his sleeve. "ARRRGGHHH!!!" he yelled as his stumbled back, his clothes quickly catching light and sending an oil lamp on the desk tumbling, adding its fuel to the quickly spreading conflagration. 
     
    As Orr flapped about trying to douse the flames about his person, he crashed into a tall bookcase near the window. There was now a horrible smell of burning human hair in the office, as well as smoke, as the flames reached his magnificent beard and oiled moustache, the flailing human torch grasped onto the bookcase in his agony and it toppled over on top of him: scads of books and documents falling off adding yet more kindling to the fire further whilst also crushing the screaming form of Richard Orr beneath it. Black smoke was now coming from the fire and forming a dense pall in the upper reaches of the high office, each second becoming more and more intense and lower in its choking reach.
     
    @Flip
  2. Richard Orr
    Orr had shrugged off McVay's comments about his first two points, they were done deeds as far as he was concerned, but the third project, still in its early planning stages was clearly the one that excited him and brought him back to his chair, where he sat facing McVay and talking excitedly between puffs of his cigar.
     
    "Hell, this burgh is hardly big enough for the one paper."
     
    "Yet." interjected Orr, but otherwise let McVay ramble on.
     
    "I"d like the competition if there was a good reason for it, which I find hard to believe. But you go ahead, Dick, start your paper. Most folks I believe will see it for what it is, an outlet for your version of what is going on, not the news. Controlling what people read, what they know, and a heavy dose of what to think isn't healthy, but sure Dick, you start your paper. I'll not say a word." Phin responded. Controlling the news was as old as politics itself."
     
    Again, Orr had to chuckle to himself at McVay's hypocrisy, as if the Union didn't express its editor's 'version of what is going on' - but no matter. Orr wanted to talk hard business.
     
    "Well, it's not so much a matter of me starting a second newspaper, I was thinking more along the lines of us starting a second newspaper." He immediately waved his hands "Don't say 'no' right away, Phinn!" he implored "Go away and think about it: two newspapers with different editorial teams, using the same printshop and news-sources, co-operating to produce two completely different rags: oh, sure, you can keep the Union as it is, it's your paper, it expresses your view of things and your politics: its rival will express the polar opposite, whatever that may be. Between them, both papers will manage to 'scratch the itch' of all of Kalispell's potential readers. And where the Union is a bastion of scrupulous truthfulness and moral integrity, its little sister will, shall we say, not be adverse to stooping to the methods of the yellow press of the coastal cities."
     
    He smiled, "Tho you still haven't said anything that would put anyone's mind at ease about the hospital project."
     
    "Oh that again!" Orr yawned, and opened a desk draw, from which he drew some plans - the ones supplied to the Council many moons ago. But these had been altered, scribbled upon in pencil and ruled lines, calculations dotted the map.
     
    "Here" he thrust the architectural drawings toward Phinn. "I had a architect look them over as soon as the Steelgrave girl submitted them "I then put in a tender to the Council to supply the building materials should the project go ahead... oh, it was about the time of the Whitefish crisis. Believe me Phinn, times like that, you can push just about anything through at the beginning of a meeting." he told the newspaperman, candidly. "I stand to make a good deal of money on the construction of the Hospital. That should be enough to convince you that I'm serious about pushing ahead with all possible speed."
     
    @Flip
     
  3. Richard Orr
    "You need to swear to me on something sacred: I need you to promise me you won't print a word to this as a fellow former member of the Army of Northern Virginia!"
     
    "Of course Dick, on my oath to Nathan Bedford Forrest, the soldier, his recent politic leaves much to be desired. But you have my word." He promised.
     
    Orr took this rhetoric with a pinch of salt: sure, Forrest the post-war politician had been instrumental in setting up the Ku Klux Klan; but Forrest the Soldier, the Wizard of the Saddle, had committed acts of atrocity against unarmed prisoners of war: especially negro troops and Southern Loyalists at Fort Pillow. Ironically, Forrest was these days advocating for black rights! Dick wasn't sure if that was what McVay was referring to or his previous conduct in the 60s. 
     
    Either way, an old soldier swearing on his commander's name was about the most cast iron promise any man could make.
     
    "All right" Orr nodded "Number One: I've never actually been against the hospital, it's just been materially useful to me to prevaricate until now. Now it is going ahead, I'm putting everything behind building it."
     
    "Number Two: Corey's days are numbered and I'm going to stand for Mayor come the Fall, or before if necessary." The implication was that Corey might not make it until his term of office was up.
     
    "Number Three: And I'd value your opinion on this... I'm considering starting a rival newspaper to your own. Well, what do you think of that?!" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
     
    @Flip
  4. Richard Orr
    "No Dick, I have never married, and my dalliances have not produced any progeny that I am aware of, either male or female. And are you aiming your little tale at Miss Steelgrave? Suggesting that she is merely being rebellious at her age, like some adolescent when she is a full grown woman? And yes, your daughter present a fine living picture and he poem, lovely. But not a part of what I witnessed from the rostrum. Not at all." He shook his head.
     
    "Miss Steelgrave?" Dick Orr chuckled "The thought never entered my head. You seem to be obsessed with her!" he said shaking his head. "Of course, I don't particularly want my daughter's near incarceration to be in your paper, but my she herself is very keen on the idea. These young females, you see, they crave the drama!"
     
    "Really Dick, your demand that she be arrested need not find it's way in print, by now the whole town knows what few actually witnessed. There is of course the matter of the property that should be allotted for the hospital and orphanage in exchange for the right of ways which will benefit the town in the near future. How will that proceed without Mayor Scott Cory, should he remain unavailable?"
     
    Orr continued pacing and puffing, puffing and pasting. Eventually he stopped and looked down a the still seated McVay. "You're keen as mustard on all this aren't you, McVay? Listen, can I tell you something off the record? Something that might put your mind at rest about Miss Steelgrave and her precious hospital?!" he said. 
     
    "You need to swear to me on something sacred: I need you to promise me you won't print a word to this as a fellow former member of the Army of Northern Virginia!"
     
    @Flip
  5. Richard Orr
    Orr's welcome was cordial enough, and the veteran reporter accepted his hospitality politely. 
     
    "You know, I've got a bone to pick with you Mr VcVay." he announced, puffing away at his stogie.
     
    "Yes Dick, I imagine you do. And, I'm here to hear your views on the hospital project, all this talk of a hospital commission that had not been mentioned before." He began.
     
    Orr's laugh boomed out like a Mephistophelian Santa Claus. "Oh, that little matter!" he reached for the newspaper on his desk. "Yes, I read all about it in your paper. 'Town Council Loses!' Catchy headline, but the rest of the article... seems a little biased against me!" 
     
    "Seems to me that perhaps you're not actually in favor of something that the town council doesn't control, but, I want to hear your side to all of this. As for publishing what you have to say? let me be frank, though the community at large has a right to know what's going on in the name of their town, it could be too explosive to print, that is, if you are forthright in what you have to say." He smiled. "Perhaps some could reach my readers, and some not. As I said, it all depends." there was a pause.
    "And you know dick, bullshit is just that, bullshit."
     
    The big bearded man listened to McVay with the attentive but relaxed air of a man at peace with the world, puffing appreciatively at his cigar, occasionally blowing a smoke ring that wobbled through the air before evaporating into nothingness.
     
    "Well, Phinn..."  he looked almost quizzically at the ceiling as he leaned back in his chair "You can put me down as 'No Comment'." he nodded to himself "Even your compositor should be able to manage that without too many typographical errors."
     
    He dropped back forward in his chair so he was facing McVay full in the face. He pointed his cigar at him in a rather accusatory way. "You know, you have rather upset my daughter, Mr McVay. You failed to mention in your report her rather pathetic little tableaux and her silly little poem in favor of the hospital and my order to have her arrested. Why, she even accused me of bribing you not to write about it in your piece! Can you imagine that?!"
     
    "You don't have daughters, do you, McVay?" he asked rhetorically, standing and starting to pace the room, puffing on his cigar "They're the damnedest creatures to deal with: one minute they're Daddy's little girl, want to be just like you; then they go through this rebellious stage: seem to want to attack you, hurt you, work against you. But you always know that in their heart of hearts, they're just wanting your attention, your approval, and that one day, they will be back on your side. The part in between is the Dickens to deal with though." he ruminated, talking about Anaesthesia.
     
    Or was he, perhaps, talking about Leah Steelgrave? 
     
    @Flip
  6. Richard Orr
    Ashworth let Orr know that McVay was here, asking for an interview. Orr was not alone, he was deep in conversation with two men: one of them smartly dressed, the other somewhat scruffy. Still, he indicated that his Assistant, who actually ran the Office on a day to day basis, should show the scribbler in. The two other men left as McVay entered. One, Lorenzo Crabbe, greeted him in his usual smarmy way as he left, with a nod of his head and a "Mr. McVay" as he passed through the doorway. The other, the scruffy one, was a lounger called Grimes: known about town for nothing good. He merely gave the reporter a look of amused disrespect as they passed.
     

     
    "McVay, come in!" hailed Orr, sitting back in his round-backed Captain's chair. He was in full, jolly, hail-fellow-well-met mode. "Take a seat!" he boomed, as he opened a smart looking cigar box and turned it toward the entering editor. He was already puffing on one himself.
     
    "Whiskey?" he asked. He had a decanter and clean glasses on his desk along with the two used ones from Crabbe and Grimes' visit.
     
    "You know, I've got a bone to pick with you Mr VcVay." he announced, puffing away at his stogie.
     
    @Flip
     
  7. Richard Orr
    Before Hector could write anything, Judge Robertson put up his hand.  "Now hang on a minute, Orr.  Need I remind of the ordinance that states only the mayor can appoint commissioners.  You'll be our representative for the time being but you're not giving yourself a grand title."
     
    "Oh, of course, of course: a mere slip of the tongue. Mr Wigfall, you will amend that to Acting Commissioner." he boomed with feigned amiability. Hector cursed under his breath, he'd already written Commissioner of Hospitals and hated crossing out his neat copperplate hand, so instead he added the limitation in brackets afterwards and, on a whim, used some military nomenclature and made it Richard Orr to be Commissioner of Hospitals (Brevet) just like the brevet rank of General Custer who was about to save them all from the Indians. 
     
    "Well, Wentworth, let's just hope our invisible Mayor is able to sign something before his office comes up for re-election." grumbled Orr, as if poor Scott Cory were to blame entirely for the constipated nature of the administration in these parts for the last few months.
     
    @JulieS
  8. Richard Orr
    Wentworth, along with Robertson, turned down the positions on the Hospital Board flat. 
     
    Letting go of Hector's arm, he turned to Orr, "You can have the honour of dealing with Miss Steelgrave and informing her that the idea of a hospital board is something that is not set in stone.  Tell her the town council is willing to co-operate and discuss this matter further."
     
    "Why! Me?! But gentlemen...!" protested Orr.
     
    He leaned forward a little, so that Orr could hear what he had to say.  "And you will convey our wishes because if you don't certain parties will hear about your certain dealings with the fairer sex and others."
     
    "So, it's blackmail, then!" grumbled Orr in his basso profundo voice. "Very well Wentworth, you leave me no choice. And here I thought you to be  gentleman!!" he complained, before turning to Hector.
     
    "Very well, Hector, put me down for Commissioner of Hospitals and I shall convey to Miss Steelgrave the Council's 'ardent desire to aid her in her project'. Is that message supine and saccharine enough for you Wentworth?" he asked bitterly. "And don't blame me if she reuses to meet me to talk it over, though. Remember I take the mantle of this responsibility on through duress!" he said, exuding an air of hard-done-to martyrdom.
     
    @JulieS 
  9. Richard Orr
    For his part, Mr. Orr rose and bowed gracefully as both Miss Steelgrave and then Mrs Devereaux gave him a mouthful of invective and stormed out. He did not pay Leah's creatures, Dutton and Danforth, any such consideration. Leah was young, graceful and beautiful, but it was on the tinderbox Matida's slightly plumper frame that his eyes rested as she stalked toward the door. Rumour was she had temper enough to have shot a man before now: she was just the sort of woman that Dick liked to tangle with... and it so happened that he had an opening for a mistress. Sure, he still gave Mary Wigfall a tumble now and again, for old time's sake, but Matilda was a younger woman with a lot more fire. As for his wife! Well, she didn't enter into his calculations one jot or iota.
     
    He sat back down chuckling as Hector Wigfall dutifully scribbled down Matt Wentworth and Judge Robertson's caveats to the decision made. "Oh, you boys pay too much attention to the hysterical ravings of these women!" he laughed, unheard by the now chattering public crowd. 
     
    "Why, the Hospital Board isn't there to stop your 'all parties concerned' having an opportunity to meet and discuss the matter, it is wholly there to expedite such discussions, and to ensure that the plans of the sponsors and the expectations of the Council are running along roughly parallel lines." he oozed smoothly, in no way letting Matt's harsh words rumple his benign exterior manner.
     
    "In fact, I was going to suggest that you two gentlemen head the board: I think I'd better keep out of it. For some reason the 'Hospital Faction' don't seem to trust me entirely!" he said, with a faint air of sad surprise. 
     
    "So Mr. Wentworth and Judge Robertson to convene the Hospital Board?" checked Hector, before he committed it to paper.
     
    @JulieS et al.
  10. Richard Orr
    Once the anodyne Anderson had made his henpecked vote, in the affirmative, it would turn out, Hector Wigfall stood there with a hatful of paper slips, not really sure what to do with them, smiling at Miriam Kaufmann until Orr's stentorian voice sounded.
     
    "You will please count them out for the assemblage to see, Mr. Wigfall!" the bearded man commanded.
     
    "Oh, o' course!" grinned Hector, who usually craved the limelight, but was still a bit taken aback by the official role he seemed to be taking in all of this all of a sudden. 
     
    "Ahem, er, well, I got a Yes, another Yes, Yes again and, oh..." he finally held up the final slip for all to see "... someone who's either abstemious or abstaining!" Indeed, Matt's writing was a little squiggly and hard to read. This last joke got a weak chuckle from the easily amused and, of course, a wild cackle from Arabella.
     
    "Ahem, this is no place for levity!" warned Orr, but looked overall immensely pleased with himself. "It is with great pleasure and pride that I thereby announce that the Council's Plans for the Building of the first Kalispell hospital will go ahead!! A Hospital Board to be appointed and meet at a time and place to be decided!" It all sounded very grand and he made absolutely no mention of those who had gamely pushed for and raised funds for the project against all opposition over the last few months. 
     
    "Congratulations, gentlemen!" he beamed, looking not at those who deserved any praise, but to his fellow Town Council members as Hector realised he'd better make a note of all this in the minutes and scrambled back to the table.
     
    @Anyone!

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