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Leah was all but stunned by the young lady's eloquence, followed by that of Missus Thornton-Carlton, neither of the ladies were personally known to her, still, she appreciated their common sense approach to what was happening, as well as  what appeared to be support for the hospital plan.

 

Though it seemed to her that her name, not the project per se was at the crux of the objections. Yet, for that there was also a plan of action she could and would take. First, to preserve the grants, which were vital, and secondly to stop the anti-Steelgrave assault on the projects. She could see that being her fathers daughter was having an ill effect on the project tho she would stand at the forefront  as long as it served a purpose.

 

The Town Council would never let the project go forward with their prejudice where the Steelgrave name was included. That would be far and away too much to overcome.

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Addy was relieved that there were plenty of ladies supporting Miss Leah, not only was the plan for a regional hospital a good idea, but Leah was trying to do something to benefit the community, regardless of her own family.  Knowing all too well what it was like to be judged by things that didn't matter, Addy was glad that Leah was getting some positive feedback...and certainly, the questions being asked now had merit, showing that the supporters weren't just sycophants.

 

The plans were laid out and Addy started moving up with the other occupants in the room when she noticed the 'Bear' wending his way toward her.  Well, or maybe she was just being paranoid, but he had said that he wanted to talk to her, and the only thing she could think of that might interest the Bear was Weedy.

 

Oh, sure, she did own the freight business, and was the local representative of the Millegan Stage Company, but she couldn't take that risk, and promptly turned heel and headed for the street.

 

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[Addy Chappel & Falmer Browne]

 

The bell boy at the Regis Hotel watched with mild interest as the well known local bear killer, Addy Chappel, half walked-half ran through the lobby toward the outside door, closely followed by the lumbering figure of a man in a bear skin who was calling to her in muffled but well spoken tones “Miss Chappel! Miss Chappel! One moment please!” She was easily outpacing the ursine impersonater who, seeing that he was fighting a losing battle, veered to the lad with a plaintive cry of “My head, boy, pull off my head!!”

 

Smelling a tip in the air, although where such a creature kept its pocketbook was quite a mystery to him, the bell boy sprang forward and grabbed the creature’s ears as it bent forward and simultaneously tucked its right paw under its left arm and pulled forth a human hand. Within a trice, the bear looked like a member of the genus homo sapiens again, a handsome and dignified specimen at that, in late middle age and with an air of intelligence around his sparkling and genial eyes. However, he still possessed a bearlike gait as he sprang to the hotel door and shouted at Addy’s rapidly retreating back “Miss Chappel, please! I have a business proposition for you. Spare me but a few minutes of your precious time, I beg you!”

 

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[Sarah, Leah, Anaesthesia]

 

Directing her attention back to the young lady who was now addressing her, she took a deep breath, "Yes, I agree with your summation that Miss Steelgrave's plans should be looked at in great detail before a decision is made.”

 

“I am gratified that such an eloquent voice is joined with mine” smiled Anaesthesia, but Sarah’s initial sally was merely a feint. There was an almost inevitable ‘however’:

 

“I am sure the town council is doing just that and I hope we all have the good sense to know that those men will endeavour to make sure that they have all the information they need to do so.  Hence my question, which unfortunately now seems to have become an opportunity for certain ladies who are currently in the audience to disrupt this meeting."

 

Miss Orr might not have been a young woman of supernatural intelligence, but she possessed an undeniable advantage over many of her more cerebral peers, she listened. She smiled again, lighting up that angelic face, and held out an innocent white lace gloved hand to the older and wiser woman sitting on the front row of seats. “Then please, most respected Madame, will you not join me in asking her? I am young and silly and know so little of the world, but I do know that I must learn. For although our affairs may be so often in the hands of men, are not we, their wives, daughters, mothers and sisters, most often in the position to influence them so very strongly for what is good and right?”

 

Big blue honest eyes searched the shrewder brown gaze of the worldly wise writer from the civilised West Coast, who needs must either grasp that plaintiff offered hand or overtly reject it.

 

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Well, she'd given it a good go, but Addy couldn't ditch the man , and unfortunately she wasn't wearing her pistol, since she was attending a meeting and not going out on the trail.  Of course, she supposed, it would be rather blatant and risky to just shoot the man on the street, so, she figured, it was better anyway to lure him into the barn, where one of the huge draft horses could 'panic' and trample him to death...

 

Such dark thoughts!  Addy shook her head, but then, she'd do whatever she had to to protect Weedy.

 

Turning to face the man, her nose wrinkled up.  He had the look of a lawyer about him...one that had been eaten by a bear and was fighting to get out!

 

"Yeah?  Whacha want?"

 

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Turning to face the man, her nose wrinkled up.  He had the look of a lawyer about him...one that had been eaten by a bear and was fighting to get out!

 

"Yeah?  Whacha want?"

 

The man-bear jumped back in alarm but, recovering himself, then gave a polite little bow.

 

“My apologies, Miss Chappel, if my appearance alarmed you, I had supposed that you, of all people, would not be alarmed by my unconventional garb … it is just, the young lady whom you escorted from the building, our absent poetess, had informed me that this occasion was to be a ‘fancy dress party’ and I must confide, I am most exceeding partial to ‘fancy dress parties’.”

 

He realised that he was straying far from the point and tried again.

 

“F. Falmer Browne, at your service, Miss Chappel” he tried the bow again “I believe that we are new neighbors. My card…” he went to fetch out his carte de visite from his vest pocket, but found a layer of dead bear in the way. “Oh, I shall ‘pop’ my card around later. Ahem! It is also my intention to avail myself of your very particular services at some time in the very near future, Miss Chappel. Perhaps we can arrange a time to meet and ‘talk it through’ at your convenience, of course.” He proffered.

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“Then please, most respected Madame, will you not join me in asking her? I am young and silly and know so little of the world, but I do know that I must learn. For although our affairs may be so often in the hands of men, are not we, their wives, daughters, mothers and sisters, most often in the position to influence them so very strongly for what is good and right?”

 

"Ladies please, I realize that what I have to say in my own defense of this project may seem to you as if Elias Steelgrave has a hand in this. Perhaps I must be more forthright with you." She began, " Elias Steelgrave, the man who reared me, who trained me in his style of business which is to be ruthless, to take advantage, to exploit any weakness. But that is not who I am, now how I conduct business. " She paused a moment,

 

"This young lady does not know me, nor has she had time to form the prejudices that accompany the Steelgrave name. I thank her for her kind words. And thus I say to you, one and all, I did not have to present the right of ways to Judge Ben Robertson. They were given to the town of Kalispell, not to one man, not to the Town Council, but to the citizens of Kalispell, and that ladies is how the this Steelgrave conducts business! Elias Steelgrave will have nothing, absolutely nothing to do with this project in any way shape or form, so help me God."

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Before Sarah could respond to the young lady, Leah spoke again.  As she listened, Sarah began to sympathise with Miss Steelgrave.  The woman was putting up a good fight despite the opposition.  If she was given a chance to prove that she meant what she was saying, she might be able to get something done.

 

As to what Leah Steelgrave could do in the short period of time there was before the town council meeting was a conundrum.  Maybe a solution could be found by talking to Leah after the meeting was over.  She wanted to help Leah but what would her family and the town think.  The Thorntons and the Steelgraves were supposed to be enemies but this could be an opportunity to prove that not all of the Thorntons had the Steelgraves and vice versa.

 

Sarah smiled reassuringly at Leah before taking her seat again and waiting to see what would happen next.

 

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Anaesthesia beamed her sweet, innocent, angelic smile at both Miss Steelgrave and Mrs Thornton-Carlton who, though she had not said so out loud, seemed at least to be a little more sympathetic to Leah’s plans. A few other ladies, too, had stood up and were examining the plans themselves, though many others still sat in stubborn disgruntlement.

 

To Leah herself, Anaesthesia gave a little curtsey.

 

“My Father, Mr. Orr, has some little influence with the Council, I shall exert all my efforts to persuade him of the excellence of your plan, Miss Stelgrave.” She declared. Not that much effort would need to be exerted, Anaesthesia had her father wrapped around her little finger.

 

Then the somewhat worse-for-wear Lady Chairman banged her gavel and staggered to her feet.

 

“Miss Steelgrave, you may be seated!” she declared, there was a chair facing the audience next to the Chairwoman and Secretary for her to sit down on. “Ahem. We were to now have a poem called “The Man what had a fight with a monkey” but I’m afraid that our poetess seems to have been dragged kicking and screaming from the room! Perhaps, I might recite the…”

 

But her words were cut off by a now inspired Anaesthesia who, gripping that one tattered remnant of Arabella’s couplets to her heart with both hands, cried:

 

“Have no fear Madame Chairman, I shall extemporise some lines, in honor of Miss Steelgrave’s plan!”

 

Horrified, the lady tried to stop her, but too late. Hands still on her heart, eyes turned heavenward, out came tumbling these lines:

 

“Soft what voice from yonder hospice wakes

A poor little baby who has the shakes

A woman with spots, a man with dropsy

A child with a boil that grows like topsy

All raise their voices to God on high

Thank Miss Steelgrave, that we didn’t die!”

 

It was later widely reported that, somehow, this terrible poem actually started the horrific cat fight that then broke out in the ranks of the inebriated Kalispell Ladies Society extraordinary meeting. Mrs Orr, proud of her daughters effort, blacked the eye of a critic who pointed out the complete want of talent exposed in the verses.

 

As the fight became general, Anaesthesia, unaware that Leah actually had burly bodyguards there, snatched up the gavel from the desk and leapt in front of her, and lifting the tiny weapon high into the air shouted “Have no fear Miss Steelgrave, I shall protect you with my life from this unruly mob!”

 

@Flip @JulieS

 

[OOC: Sorry, I got a bit carried away!]

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As the scene dissolved into chaos, yet again, Leah was exasperated by the display. She had come to share her plans for the hospital, and found costumed characters, spiked punch and now a brawl. Yet she had to smile at the young Miss Orr who bravely shouted, “Have no fear Miss Steelgrave, I shall protect you with my life from this unruly mob!” 

 

That might have been the only smile she could offer. He anger rose and then subsided. This was not the meeting she had seen on other occasions, no, far from it. This was the work of an individual to upend the affair, and whomever it was, the plan was succeeding splendidly.

 

At that moment, in the hotel foyer Doc Boone stepped quickly to the desk as three of Leah's men came through the door ready for whatever was happening, well, almost. Boone spoke loudly over the noise from the other room, "Wentwoth! Do something about these women before your place is wrecked!"

 

Leah, seeing her men, simply held up her had, this was not their affair, though she appreciated their presence on her behalf, but a cat fight would not be anything they would want to take part in. She, despondent as she felt, hoped that she had made her case with the women who were still clear headed. She hoped that once sober others would rally to the cause as it was not just her cause, it was theirs.

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