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    • "It's just to your right.  Would you like some help?"  There!  An offer, but Frances' choice.   Miss Grimes flicked her stick to the right and struck the package, bending down to retrieve it. "Oh, thank you, Mrs Pike, I have it." she smiled picking up the package and feeling it over for tears. "I hope none of it is peeping out, it is some undergarments and an old dress that needed repairs. I can sew but it's a laborious process for me, and we will be on our way to Kalispell tomorrow."   She managed to bundle up everything in one arm, packages, stick, and stuck out the other to somewhere near Emeline again.   "Goodbye, I hope to see you in Kalispell when you return" she did not shy away from using the 'S' word "And I shall certainly look up Mrs Connolly at the Diner."   @Bongo 
    • "Oh..."  Emeline gasped as the girl dropped her package, and started to bend down to get it, but then hesitated, wondering if perhaps she even wanted help, or might feel insulted at the offer, that it would imply that she couldn't do for herself.   "It's just to your right.  Would you like some help?"  There!  An offer, but Frances' choice.   @Javia        
    • He took Frances' hand and gently shook it, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Grimes."   "And you, Mr. Simons." she smiled sweetly.   "If you are interested in joining the ladies group my aunt Rebecca Wentworth will be running, I can get her to send you an invitation or she can personally come to see you."   "Oh, that sounds wonderful, I shall have to see if, er..." stammered the blind girl, and Crabbe could guess why.    "And it doesn't cost anything to join, does it, Ben?" Lorenzo put in.   "It sounds absolutely wonderful Mr. Simons" said Frances, now much more firmly "Please, just an invitation, I mean, just knowing when and when your Aunt would be holding the meetings would be all I need. I shall find it with no problem. What a kind thought, thank you, Mr. Simons."   At the sound of Ben munching, she decided that she had probably outstayed her welcome at his tableside and said "I shall leave you to your repast, Mr Simons, thank you again."   @JulieS    
    • "First off, proper grammar, it is 'like a blind person' not people," Clara pointed out , "And secondly we are here in this kitchen to cook proper meals for paying customers. That is a responsibility I take most seriously. Kindly be more....adult."   "Ain't it funny, Clara, I'm always makin' mistakes like that when I talk in my regular voice, but when I do 'personations of folk, I can speak right if I needs to. Listen to this:..." the gangly, scruffy teenager suddenly stood up ramrod straight at the frying pan and repositioned the spachelor in her hand like she was holding a dainty quill, then started to speak in a refined, maybe even pretentious voice, very unlike her own, with no trace of a southern accent:   "Arabella, would you please desist from precipitating those most distastful and less that utilitarian anecdotal confabulations. I find them most distressing!" All right, the words might not make sense, but anyone who knew Clara would have recognised the rhythm and tone of her voice.   @Wayfarer
    • "There ain't no 'we', Ara, this is between me n' the cowpoke here. You did not knock and I did not say you could come in," Caroline now pointed out as calmly as she could.   "I know..." replied Arabella sadly "An' I know I promised to do all them things but..." she shook her head a little "when I heard all them terrible horrible rotten things what happened to you, I was just so shocked and sad and angry that some low down bastard could do that to my sweet, pretty, lovely little Caroline, I just... well my soul kinda flew out to you, and my big ol' feet foller'd right along behind it."   She reached across and hugged her again and kissed her on top of her head again. Brendan then put in his two cents' worth.   From there, he looked down at Caroline. "Hey. What I was tryin' to say...goin' to say...is that...I understand."   "Good ta know, hon. Just wait a minute and we can continue this conversation once Ara leaves the room, shuts the door, and assures me she won't be listening in anymore. Got that?" Caroline eyed the teenager.   Arabella nodded compliantly enough, but then twisted in the bed so she was face to face with Brendan, whom she stared straight in the eye.   "But before I go, Brendan Connolly, you gotta tell me that you forgive me for all them silly things I said before and all them silly things I did cause even Caroline's forgiven me and she's the one I did and said them things to and we gettin' on all right now and I found out some stuff which made me change and I'm a better person now and it just ain't fair that you're still treatin' me so mean and, and..." she gulped down a sob and a lone tear appeared in the corner of her eye.   "... I really want you to be my friend again..." she wiped away the tear "... please."   @Bailey @Wayfarer
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I 'spose it's only fair to say thet we'll both be experiencein' some new stuff, so far as we're concerned. Proab'ly look like a couple hayseeds outta are element doin' 'em. But the truth is, I been around folks worth plenty, and sure some put on airs, while others are jest like ever'day folks. So, we jest sorta blend in with them that buy their clothes in them fancy stores, 'cuz oncet ya got em on, they cain't tell ya apart." He stated knowingly. "We'll be jest fine., promise."

 

"You surely figger we'll never have this chance again 'cuz of the kids, the ranch an' whot not. Doubt it. If we need to do somethin' like this again, well, you watch, us Pike's'll get it done, an' have a good time doin' 'er." He added, then he took her hand. "There'll be good experiences and there'll be bad'uns. Jest gotta roll with 'em an hang onat me, we'll get through whatever it is."

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"That we will."  Emeline smiled, reaching to take his hand and give it a squeeze, "and we'll take every place we go by storm!"

 

As much as simply being married to Barnabas was like a dream, life ahead of them was even more heady and dreamlike, and while she knew there would be rough times, she just prayed that they wouldn't be like the ones they'd both had to overcome.

 

As they got farther into the town, an closer to the docks, the buildings grew more dense and sophisticated, although compared to a place like St. Louis, Portland was still pretty primitive, but that suited Emeline just fine. 

 

"Is the hotel near the waterfront?"  Well, she didn't even know that he had a specific place in mind, but it would certainly be a treat to overlook the water and all the magnificent masted ships parked there.

 

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"I reckon so, Em. Prob'ly a number of 'em i suspect>' He said a wary eye searching the signboards on shops they past. "Look there! Feller buys rigs, and we got us one ta sell.  You packed up yer tavelin' clothes, right? Mine are in there as well." Both had a small bag of clothes packed for the trail, even though it would be a long while before they woul;d be used.

 

He pulled up along side the building, all red and white advertising all manner of wagons for sale, rent, or trade as well as in larger print, "We Buy Wagons." Pike stepped down dropping the land anchor as he past the horses on his way to help Em down, A voice called out, "Howdy! That there's a fine lookin' set up you got there. Come far have ya?" He was wiping his hands on his shop apron. "Keller's the name, Brian Keller."

 

"Barnabas Pike, and my wife here, Emeline. Come from  Kalispell Montana. Be havin' a few questions of ya, if ya don't mind. But first off, we're in the market to sell. Thought we'd catch onta the steamship ta Frisco, well, soons we find a hotel."

 

"Several on down the way.." And that was how the day began in Portland Oregon. Pronto was able to turn a bit of a profit, prices being higher in the port city. They were directed to several hotels of which they chose the Astor Inn, a three story affair of brick which looked quite reputable. Next within two blocks of the hotel with the view of the docks and the sailing vessels were clothiers, both men's and women's. Where to start?

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After giving the horse a hug and wishing her well, Emeline strolled along with Barnabas to the hotel, feeling a bit out of place in the grand lobby, and then gasping as she looked around the room.

 

"I feel like an okle in a palace!"  Grinning widely, she glanced at Barnabas, but then her attention went to the window, and the expansive view of the river, teeming with ships.  "I could just stand here and watch all the comings and goings."

 

Turning back to her husband, she sighed.  "But I suppose we need to get cleaned up, get that shopping done so we can be all fancied up for supper!"  It was going to be nice to have a meal in a restaurant, and not to have to do dishes!

 

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The Astor Inn did not disappoint. It was elegant, and both of them looked a bit out of place, however so did many of the others standing about.

 

"I feel like an okle in a palace!"  Grinning widely, she glanced at Barnabas, but then her attention went to the window, and the expansive view of the river, teeming with ships.  "I could just stand here and watch all the comings and goings."

 

"Not heard that'un 'afore." He laughed because it was true. "I'll get us signed in, be right back." Took but a couple of minutes to register and get their keys. He walked back to her, "yer the very reason they put thet winda there, ta gawk at the ships paradin' up an down the channel

 

Turning back to her husband, she sighed.  "But I suppose we need to get cleaned up, get that shopping done so we can be all fancied up for supper!"  It was going to be nice to have a meal in a restaurant, and not to have to do dishes!

 

He was already aware that a couple of suits and accouterments would take little time get done, but, a couple of dresses, for her? Was it a couple of skirts and maybe four bodices two for day and two for evening. This was going to be no easy task, unless he had missed his mark.

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The room was nicely appointed, even better than home, except for personal touches, and it was certainly an improvement over the trail, although Emeline had to allow that sleeping 'under the stars' had its good points.

 

The bathhouse that was attached to the hotel, sadly had no accommodations for couples, so they'd had to bathe separately.  Emeline took the opportunity to luxuriate for a bit, soaking in hot, rose-scented water, where she was offered silly little sandwiches, scones, tarts and wine.  They'd not need lunch, and there was something exotic about eating in the bath!  Then she finally dressed in the best she had, a simple pleated skirt and matching waistcoat. 

 

Smiling as the cleaned-up Barnabas appeared, she reached up to pat his smooth cheek.  "You smell good, Mister Pike!"  Laughing, she kissed him, then took his hand.  "Well, do we shop for you first, or me?"  She assumed they were going to stay together, although she wouldn't protest if he didn't want to go with her, it would likely be boring for him.

 

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"Reckon maybe we see where the clothiers 'er located in relation ta one another. Ma feelin' is, gettin' me outfitted'll be simple 'nuff. Thet bein' said, girl, It'll be a task of a different color with you and the outfits you'll be needin, so we'll get you situated then I'll go get set up an' come on back oncet I'm done. It'll take you a might longer than me."  He had experienced this on the Comstock in Nevada more than once, so he was prepared.

 

He extended his hand to her, "Shall we Missus Pike?" He planned on taking their time and stroll the area to see what was offered from clothiers to restaurants for supper would play a part in what they would be doing. That and a stroll along the waterfront to look at the ships. He was in no hurry, they had all the time they needed.

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"I believe we shall, Mister Pike.  And did I tell you that you clean up nicely?"  Smiling cheerfully, she took his hand as he walked them along the streets.  "I don't suppose once the underpinnings are settled on, that the outer garments will take much more than settling on different materials, swags and whatnot.  And then just a couple of nice skirts and waistcoats."

 

She was thinking home, simple, and never even considered items such as shoes, stockings, gloves and purses. 

 

"And you're right, I think men are a little easier to buy for.  Change your vest and it changes the whole outfit.  Oh!  Are you going to get a top hat?"  The idea was a bit absurd.

 

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"A topper? Why shore, give me a more 'elligant' appearance." His responded to the question of a more formal style of hat. The search for a haberdashery and a milliner relatively close to one another was on. The street suddenly opened into a large square affair, which they had already seen before on other streets, but had not chanced to see what they were about.

 

The walks were a bit wider and both sides lined with shops of many kinds, as  well as a quaint cafe or two, plus an upstairs restaurant featuring seafood, and a view of the harbor. That would settle where dinner might be had. Looking about, there were at least four to six of the various business' they were in search of. Alleyways fingered off of the larger avenue, and shops were tucked away as the alleyways appeared to open into yet another square. Pike stopped.

 

"So, Missus Pike. See one you like? I believe there are enough to make a selection from. An up thar's supper a waitin' on us." He grinned. "Meanin' we got us pleanty 'o time."

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It was all actually a bit overwhelming, a glimpse at how 'the other side' lived, and she never would have thought of herself as 'the other side'!  Of course, that was a good deal attitude, and she knew that neither of them would be arrogant or rude.

 

"You don't need to get a top hat, I was just teasing."  If he wanted to, that was fine, but if that would make him uncomfortable, she wasn't going to insist.  Besides, such a thing would have little need in a place like Kalispell, much the less on a ranch!

 

"So, what about that one?"  She pointed to a shop that had 'Lulu's' painted across a large window in flowing gold script.  Behind the letters was a display of dress forms swathed in fashionable dresses.  Beyond that, the shop itself was spacious, neatly appointed and clean.

 

"Well, Mr. Pike, shall we look like we know what we're doing?"  Emeline laughed.

 

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"Yes Missus Pike we shall. Oh, and look just there on the corner, a telegraph office, might oughtta shoot a line to Speed, let him know we survived the first leg of the trip. An' you, one to Clara with whotever news you'd wanna send her way." Then he looked to the window with the lavish gold script and smiled. "Yes Ma'am, just like we knew whot we was about."

 

They stepped to the door, Pike paused then opened it for her and then stepped into the world of ladies clothing where the gentleman sat and waited as the fashions were brought out for the lady to examine. Of course the things that were ready made would need to be fitted, and then there were the necessary accouterments.

 

This was going to take some time.

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Stepping into the shop, then waiting for Barnabas to be at her side again, Emeline took a moment to look around and wonder where to start.  But she didn't have long to ponder when a woman rushed up to them, all smiles.

 

"Good day!  What can I do for you folks?"  While her demeanor was formal, she didn't seem to be looking down on them at all.

 

"I need...something more presentable?"  Emeline smiled, looking down at her garb, then back to the woman. "We just came down from Kalispell, in Montana, but we're going to San Francisco, so I need..."

 

"Of course!"  Hooking her arm into Emeline's, the woman continued.  "I'm Miss Eleanor LaMotte, I can help with everything.  And you are?"

 

"Mr. and Mrs. Barnabas Pike."  Emeline's smile widened and she tried not to laugh.  "My husband is very happy to be here."

 

"Indeed!"  Eleanor chuckled as she looked at the man.  "Mister Pike, can I get you some wine?  We have cookies and small cakes, too, if you'd like while you wait."  She nodded to a padded chair.

 

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"Ma'am, there a men's emporium close to hand?" He asked, figuring he'd be able to complete his business long before Em. Or, he could just sit there, wait, and still have his shopping to do. he liked the woman right off, and, he figured she would have Em in and out of cloths for a bit, unless he missed his guess.

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"Oh, yes, of course, Mr. Pike."  Eleanore smiled brightly as she nodded.  "Just two door up, Wigfall's Haberdashery and ice house.  He's very good at what he does, I'm sure you'll be very happy."

 

"Deserting me?" Emeline whispered in Barnabas' ear as she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.  "I just might make sure you pay for that!"  Not that she could imagine spending more than a few dollars, but she'd do her best!  "I will see you in a bit, then, and be the proper lady!"

 

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"Oh, yes, of course, Mr. Pike."  Eleanore smiled brightly as she nodded.  "Just two door up, Wigfall's Haberdashery and ice house.  He's very good at what he does, I'm sure you'll be very happy."

 

"Wigfall? Sounds right familiar. Got us some Wigfalls up ta Kalispell. Thank ya. Appreciate it." He said getting to his feet. He turned to Em,

 

"Deserting me?" Emeline whispered in Barnabas' ear as she stood on her toes to kiss his cheek.  "I just might make sure you pay for that!"  Not that she could imagine spending more than a few dollars, but she'd do her best!  "I will see you in a bit, then, and be the proper lady!"

 

"Ya are a proper lady Em, always have been, alays will be." Hee looked to the proprietor and added. "An Ma'am, ain't gonna quibble over cost. No matter what the woman here says."  He gave Em a quick hug, "Be back. Have everything delivered to the hotel, so we ain't tryin' ta lug it all back with us. See ya in a bit." And with that he strode out the door.

 

Two doors up a window emblazoned with 'Wigfall's Haberdashery' greeted him in red trimmed gold leaf paint. 'The finest in men's clothing.' He squared his shoulders, took hold of the knob, twisted it, and stepped inside. The scents of various cloths, leather, and fine beaver felts attacked his senses immediately, smells he had know before, but had not experienced in some years. 

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"Ah, good afternoon, sir!"  A well-appointed man, several inches shorter than Pronto, strode over, looking him over with a critical eye, perhaps wondering if the man had mistakenly wandered in.  Still, it was a break in the monotony, the man was clean and didn't stink, and he might have some good tales to tell.

 

"I'm Charles Withers, master tailor, at your service.  How can I help you today?"  Fortunately, the owner, Mr. Eliphaz Abijah Wigfall, Esq. was not in at the moment, so Charles had the chance to chat with the potential customer.  "We have the finest clothing this side of the Pacific Ocean!"

 

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Portland was a new space, the world had moved around her once again. And they were only staying a couple of days in Portland, hardly worth learning it. She had actually made decent money in San Francisco: there were pianos to tune; musical entertainments required; if they had been able to stay longer, some teaching opportunities might have arisen. Maybe that was the problem: the longer they stayed anywhere, the more dominant her position became: Frank didn't like that. Maybe Kalispell would be different.

 

At least he had brought her to the door of the dress shop, which had saved time: holding her stick in her right hand she lightly touched the shape of the door jamb with her left and estimated the position of the handle. Got there in the end. It pushed in. She felt underfoot that the place was carpeted: fancy! She hoped it wasn't too dear. She smelt the place, listened for voices. A man and woman were talking.

 

"Wigfall? Sounds right familiar. Got us some Wigfalls up ta Kalispell. Thank ya. Appreciate it." 

 

The woman replied, they parted. She got the impression they were older than her, a more mature couple, but bantered with that free expression of a couple in love. She smiled, but tried to hide it. It was rude to listen in: but it was one of the most powerful tools she possessed to navigate her universe. 

 

The man moved past her and she heard him leave the store. 

 

She gravitated to where the woman's voice had been. 

 

"Excuse me, Ma'm. Did I hear you say you are from Kalispell? Kalispell in the territories?"

 

She listened for the words and tone of the reply. She knew her appearance was outlandish: she wore a bandage over her eyes rather than the dark glasses that Frank (ever embarrassed by his sister's blindness) encouraged her to wear. She had found early that even a glimpse of her eyes upset people, until they knew her extremely well, and the blindfold gave her a strange air of frivolity and happiness: just like she was any other girl, playing blindman's bluff at a party. 

 

She tipped her head, listening for the sunny-voiced woman's reply. If she was still there. Sometimes people just sneaked off.

 

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"Afternoon," Pike replied to the greeting. He realized that though he was clean, and that they were both dressed as well as they could be, he was a far cry from looking the gentleman. His best clothes he left behind, for whatever reason, but no matter, he would be rectifying that shortly

 

"I'm Charles Withers, master tailor, at your service.  How can I help you today?"  Fortunately, the owner, Mr. Eliphaz Abijah Wigfall, Esq. was not in at the moment, so Charles had the chance to chat with the potential customer.  "We have the finest clothing this side of the Pacific Ocean!"

 

"Imagine some in Friso might wanna argue thet with ya, but I like what I'm seein' and believe you can fill the bill." He said, still appraising the place. And everywhere he turned, he liked what he saw. "Gonna need a couple suits a clothes, shirts, boots, brogans, neckies, the works. Need to look the part again. I've business partners on the Comstock down Nevada way, so appearin' like some saddle tramp pro'lly won't do. 'specially for my wife who's jest down the street at LuLu's gettin' all gussied up. So, reckon we best get started."

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Emeline watched as Barnabas headed for 'Wigfalls', wondering just how many of that name there could be, and how they couldn't possibly all be related, which caused her a brief pang of sympathy for her husband as she hoped that the tailor had no connection to the odd assortment of Wigfalls back home.

 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of a young woman whose eyes were covered by a cloth, an odd thing that the child should be alone if she wasn't able to see.

 

"Excuse me, Ma'm. Did I hear you say you are from Kalispell? Kalispell in the territories?"

 

"Oh, yes, we just came from there," Emeline explained, then smiled.  "My husband and I are on a honeymoon."  Then, to Miss Eleanor, "Please, see to the young lady, I can wait."

 

"Very well."  Eleanore turned her attention to the child.  "Are you lost, dear?  Do you need help?"  The words were kind, but there was a hint of condescending in the tone.

 

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"Lulu's?  A fine establishment."  Charles nodded approval, then gestured to Pike.  "This way, I'll need to get some measurements.  Would you like some bourbon to ease the process."  The man chuckled, knowing that most men weren't thrilled with everything that went into assembling a new ensemble. 

 

"Is there a color you prefer, for the shirts, vest, ties, that sort of thing?  And will you need full formal tails?"  So many things to consider, but Charles was in his element!

 

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"Excuse me, Ma'm. Did I hear you say you are from Kalispell? Kalispell in the territories?"

 

"Oh, yes, we just came from there," Emeline explained, then smiled.  "My husband and I are on a honeymoon."  

 

"Congratulations!" smiled the blind girl, warmly.

 

Then, to Miss Eleanor, "Please, see to the young lady, I can wait."

 

"Very well."  Eleanore turned her attention to the child.  "Are you lost, dear?  Do you need help?"  The words were kind, but there was a hint of condescending in the tone.

 

Oh, the store lady was there. Good. A polite young lady would never think of jumping the line like this, but to get by in the outside world, Frances had to do a few things that weren't quite polite. She couldn't afford luxury goods: and politeness sometimes fell into that category.

 

"Miss Grimes, I have a package to collect." she announced to the room. Yeah, the woman's store wasn't so upmarket that they didn't do mending. She'd spoken to the assistant when she had come in, who wasn't half so hoity-toity

 

With Eleanor gone, Frances held out her hand toward where Emeline's voice had come from.

 

"Please take my hand." she said, half request, half command.

 

"My name is Frances Grimes, I am on my way to Kalispell with my brother who has been found a job there by an old associate of his, a Mr Lorenzo Crabbe. Do you know that gentleman? I fear that my brother's associates are not always of the best: if this job falls through I shall have to work for the both of us. I am blind and my skills are consequently limited: I can play music, tune pianos and teach the embossed writing to blind people: do you believe that there are any opportunities of that nature in Kalispell?" she asked. 

 

It was quite a raft of information and questions, but  the information would be important to her, if Frank's fortunes took their usual turn in this new place.

 

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Not much of a drinker, a little bourbon might just go a long ways as they went through the measurement process. Having done this before, he knew what was in store. "Believe I will, then we'll sort out what's what color wise. I'll be wantin' a gray  an' a black suit. No need of no frilly vests, nor ruffled shirts, never cared much for 'em. White works jest fine."

 

He stood as the man took the measurements, carefully writing them down as he went.  Pike was always amazed at how they would take those numbers and turn out a fine looking suit of clothes. Those days on the Comstock he had dressed in both fashion trends, that of cotton duck, and of broadcloth depending. As a deputy he wore a uniform like they did in the big cities. All of this did bring back the memory of Julia Dey, and he hoped that she would have approved of he and Em, but no matter, it was the way of it. They were happy together and soon he would have her on the Comstock to see the wonders of it.

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Charles poured a measure of bourbon for the man, then set about taking the necessary measurements, and it wasn't until he was finished that he got to specifics. 

 

"So, sir, did you want something custom or ready made?  There'd have to be some alterations regardless, so it just depends on how much time you have."  Because, of course, tailored would take much longer, but ultimately fit better.

 

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"Please take my hand."

 

"Yes, of course."  Emeline reached for the girl's hand, steering her toward a sofa.  "Let's sit a moment."  She was impressed that the child seemed so fearless as she navigated a sightless world.  Emeline was certain she wouldn't go anywhere without an escort should something happen to her eyes!

 

"My name is Frances Grimes, I am on my way to Kalispell with my brother who has been found a job there by an old associate of his, a Mr Lorenzo Crabbe. Do you know that gentleman? I fear that my brother's associates are not always of the best: if this job falls through I shall have to work for the both of us. I am blind and my skills are consequently limited: I can play music, tune pianos and teach the embossed writing to blind people: do you believe that there are any opportunities of that nature in Kalispell?" she asked.

 

"Mr. Crabbe?  I've heard of him, yes, but I'm afraid I don't know him personally.  I own a cafe there, and he's been in a time or two, but he's pretty new to the town."  She wished she could be of more help.  "Oh, and I'm Emeline Pike.  I'm certain you'll find some sort of employ there.  You can even speak to the young lady running the cafe, Clara Connolly, she could likely use help with the dished and such."  She chuckled, "You see, my husband, Barnabas, was our dishwasher, and here I've stolen him away for a honeymoon!"

 

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"Mr. Crabbe?  I've heard of him, yes, but I'm afraid I don't know him personally.  I own a cafe there, and he's been in a time or two, but he's pretty new to the town."  She wished she could be of more help.  

 

"Oh dear." Frances sighed "He does sound like the sort of feckless, drifting person that Frank associates with. I fear that this will be Virginia City all over again."

 

"Oh, and I'm Emeline Pike.  I'm certain you'll find some sort of employ there.  You can even speak to the young lady running the cafe, Clara Connolly, she could likely use help with the dished and such."

 

"Oh, really?" the blind girl exclaimed with excitement. It was hardly the sort of work she desired, of course, but she would do anything short of begging to keep the pair of them fed and sheltered: although Frank had often suggested that she could make him them a hat-full of dollars by 'sittin' dressed in rags with a sign sayin' pity the poor blind and lettin' 'em see them horrible crazy eyes rollin' around in your head!' 

 

"I shall remember the name: Clara Connolly, Clara Connolly. I shall certainly look her up when I arrive, and send greeting from Mrs Pike!" she smiled. She repeated the names to remember them, for a memorandum tablet was of no use to her.

 

She chuckled, "You see, my husband, Barnabas, was our dishwasher, and here I've stolen him away for a honeymoon!"

 

"Oh, Mrs Pike, when I get married, my poor husband will have enough to do looking after me: I don't think I could bear to make him wash the dishes, too." she smiled and squeezed Emeline's hand, which she still had hold of. You could do that with another woman; with a man, he might get the wrong idea. One day she would meet a man, though, she was sure, whom she would want to get that idea, but it hadn't happened yet. 

 

"Mr Pike must be a wonderful gentleman, and very lucky one, too, in his choice of bride. You see, I have learned to judge people very quickly by their voice and the feel of their hands; I know it sounds mad! But I have never found myself to be wrong: and there is such a warm sunny tone to your voice, Mrs Pike, and such a gentleness to your grip: I hope we can become fast friends when you return to Kalispell."

 

@Bongo

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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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