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"It is merely a legal form, embracing the items which you gave to me; it must be returned at the next Probate term." Mrs. Kinloch took the paper and glanced over it. "This statement must be sworn to, Mrs. Kinloch." "By you?" "We are joined in the administration, and both must swear to it." There was a pause. Mrs.
I shall place a sentinel on the road to conduct you to, Honorable Sir, your friend, Peter Horry. Mr. Kinloch, who was one of the cleverest men in the world, instantly set out to come to us, but unluckily missed our sentinel, and went several miles below us to Mr. Alexander Rose's plantation, managed by a mulatto driver named Jonathan. The day being nearly spent, Jonathan very politely urged Mr.
Pressing through this solid mass of human beings, the bailiff led him to a seat directly in front of the bench of judges, and there left him. The duke bowed to the Bench, sat down and looked around upon the strange and painful scene. The famous Scotch judge, Baron Stairs, presided. On his right and left sat Mr. Justice Kinloch and Mr. Justice Guthrie.
Kinloch the author's party surprised by the British, but come off with flying colors. The world, perhaps, never contained a partisan officer who better understood the management of militia than did general Marion. He was never for `dragooning' a man into the service. "God loves a cheerful giver, and so do I," said he, "a willing soldier.
Kinloch," said he, slowly, "I th-think I understand. Ef I don't, it isn't because you don't mum-make the matter plain. I sha'n't go to Squire Clamp till I have the mum-money, all of it. I hope no a-a-enemy of yourn will be so hard to y-you as my friends are to me." With singular command over her tongue and temper, Mrs.
It was noticed by all his friends that the stoop in his shoulders was more decided, his step less elastic, and his ordinary flow of spirits checked. Mrs. Kinloch, too, grew older unaccountably fast. Her soft brown hair began to whiten, her features grew sharp, and her expression quick, watchful, and intense.
He would be worthy of her, and the world should acknowledge that the heiress had not stooped when she mated with him. Mrs. Kinloch was surprised at finding that neither Hugh nor Mildred, nor yet Lucy Ransom, was in the house. Mildred came home first and was not accompanied by Hugh, as Mrs. Kinloch had hoped. He had not found her, then, perhaps he had not sought for her.
"Don't make it worse by fibbing! If that was so, how came the chair to tip the way it did? You were trying to peep over the door. Go to the kitchen!" Lucy went out with fallen plumes. Mr. Clamp took his hat to go also. "Don't go till I get you the notes," said Mrs. Kinloch. As she brought them, he said, "I will send these by the next mail, with instructions to collect."
John Balfour of Kinloch, or Burley, for he is designated both ways in the histories and proclamations of that melancholy period, was a gentleman of some fortune, and of good family, in the county of Fife, and had been a soldier from his youth upwards.
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