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Mother was Helen Ritchie, of Dumfriesshire, Scotland; she is still living. Home with H. R. C., in Portland Place, London. H. R. C. is a bachelor, 6 ft. high, squarely built, weight about 12 stone. Dark complexion, regular features. Eyes dark brown; nose straight. Called a handsome man; walks erect and rapidly. In society is considered a good fellow; rather a favorite, especially with ladies.
Ritchie, and many others witnessed the manifestations, and talked with the ghost by the aid of the knocks on the wall and furniture, and, strange to relate, other ghosts came and conversed also; among them one who said his name was Peter Cox, and another who gave the name of Maggie Fisher.
Ritchie and myself." "You have come to stay awhile?" she said. I thought it time that the farce were ended. "We have come with letters to your father, Monsieur de Saint-Gre, Mademoiselle," I said, "and I should like very much to see him, if he is at leisure." Mademoiselle stared at me in unfeigned astonishment. "But did you not meet him, Monsieur?" she demanded.
He had been telling me about Brandywine, but suddenly he turned to me with a kind of fierce gesture that was natural to the man. "Ritchie," he said, "you were in the Revolution yourself. You helped Clark to capture that country," and he waved his hand towards the northern shore; "why the devil don't you tell me about it?" "You never asked me," I answered. He looked at me curiously.
"I can't think how people can be so different; but, oh! here he comes. Ritchie, you should not come upon us before we are aware." "What? I should have heard no good of myself?" "Great good," said Margaret "she was telling me you would make a neat-handed woman of her in time." "I don't see why she should not be as neat as other people," said Richard gravely. "Has she been telling you our plan?"
Ritchie having acknowledged that he did, Yusuf rejoined, 'I have none myself, but I will borrow some for you. Twenty dollars being the sum named, our kind friend went out, and soon returned with thirty, an act of generosity so unlocked for, that we were incapable of thanking him as he deserved.
We be all Scots here, in one sore stour. If I could win a word to my son, Ritchie, he would soon have us out of this place. 'Would not Barbe help us to a messenger? 'I doubt it. She would scarce bring trouble on her lords; but we might be worse off than with her. 'Why does she not come? I want some more drink, moaned Jean.
"I would willingly lose every crop for the next ten years to convict this Wilkinson of treason against the Federal government." "Treason!" I repeated involuntarily. "Mr. Ritchie," answered the planter, "I gave you credit for some shrewdness. Do you suppose the Federal government does not realize the danger of this situation in Kentucky.
"Of course I never said anything to my folks about such a foolish adventure as that. But I'll wager that I left Mr. Ritchie worried for just the next few days. Now, you fellows know the whole yarn -and I don't think much of Dick's way of buncoing me out of it, either."
She was nabbed with one of the men at a hotel. The other man got away. He was on the passenger list as George Ritchie, of Cleveland, Ohio. The woman had half a dozen photographs of him in her possession. I've got a copy of one of 'em in my pocket now, and it's so much like this fellow Thane that you'd swear it was of the same man.
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