Weekly Chillicothe crisis. (Chillicothe, Livingston Co., Mo.) 1878-19??, 1880-11-18
THE GIRL MUTINEER,

Toward llb tluNt hI dl OflOltI udH
in III vessel sailing in Il southwest
crly direction crossed the iiGty.Scvcnth
degree of west longitude. Her keel
powrd the waves Of thcnorth Atlantic,
and her destination seemed to he the
A2urrs-shr was sailing bcforca strong
wind, and the arrangement of her sails
indicated flight. If light, from whom? =?
The naked eye could perceive no pur-
surr ON the bosom Of the ocean; but
the srp-glaSsrS lryclrd by number of
British officers. who graccd the clean
decks, revealed dark sprck ON the rim
of the horizon.
This distant object orcasioncd no lit
tlr anxiety among the officers. \
silence which had rcigned among them
for many moments was suddenly broken
10y man whose bearing might have
proclaimed him IN English admiral.
"IIp still follows" were the words
that fcll from his lips, "hut with the
help Of Neptune we'll outSail him in
the night"
Though the officer spoke with much
assurance there lurked in his tone Il
Latent fear which his companions de
trctrd, and they exchanged significant
glanCCS.
Over the face of the deep, night was
setting, and the veSScl kept straight he
fore the wind, to the joy of the COM
mander who had lately spoken, The
shadows gradually ycilcd the far-away
purSucrS from sight, and when the olli-
GERS separated, expressions of triumph
were on their lips.
The British vessel was the Meteor, Il
fast sailer, whose armament consisted
of seycnty-cight guns. She was Il well
built double-decker, and had seen much
service in the war which had ragged
almost three years between Great
Britain and her American colonies.
Her speed and her formidable arma-
mcnt had made her Il terror to Ameri-
can vessels in European waters. Her
commander, II Sra-bon Englislmm,
named Gilderoy, was an officer Of I'M
doubted courage and cunning to which
he added Il vindiCtivencss that rendered
him obnoxious to many Of his own
crew.
The Meteor was flying from a new
and very formidable foe--tlying with a
hold filled with booty. On the day pre-
ccding the one that had just closed upon
her flight, she had captured an Ameri-
can cruiser, after spirited contest.
The prize had proved one of value, and
Capt. Gildcroy did not wish to risk an
engagement with the vessel following
in his wake,
Capt Conyngham, the pursuer, was Il
second Paul Jones. He was one of the
most daring spirits Of our then infant
navy, and his name had become ter
ror along the coast of England. lie
pursued and captured number of
English ships, which he either burnt or
sent into friendly ports; and when he
deserted the Meteor, fresh from her vic
tory, he hesitated not moment to
crowd all sail and give chase.
There were men ON the decks of the
Revenge, as Conyngham's vessel was
appropriately named, who watched the
flying Englishman. Much speculation
concerning the result of the chase ran
through the several groups, and Conyng-
ham smiled when he turned to reply to
the words of II youthful lieutenant who
stood beside him, sea-glass in hand.
ave can outsail her, Gilbert" the
American captain said, with emphasis
"this wind favors both of us alike, and
in the calm that will prevail, she must
lay by till day"
The young officer turned from his
captain and again his eyes were strained
to make out the form of the ship rapid
ly disappearing among the prevailing
shadows.
Conyngham did not return to his
glass, but he watched the face of his
youthful companion.
81 am confident that Miss Temple is
on board the Englishman," he said, al
last.
"Of coarse she Isl" exclaimed the
lieutenant, with II flush. 81 knew she
was on board the Mischief when it fel
into the Meteor's hands, and | am sat
isiipd she is n nrisoner"