Arizona weekly journal-miner., 1901-11-06

and used to relate to Nancy marvel
 ous stories of the days to be, when
 he should own a three-master and she
 should be his wife.
 These stories usually ended with e
 promise to bring ship loads of fine
 silks and precious stones to her from
 the most distant parts of the earth,
 and, as she was young and mex
 perienced. of course she readily be-
 Geved them.
 When John became a big, strspping
 fellow, he went before the mast of his
 fathers schooner and years lstsrwhen
 his father was no more, and John had
 crossed the degree of longitude that
 divided bOyhood from manhood on
 the chart of his life, he became the
 possessor of the three-msster of
 which he had 10 often dreamed He
 named his vessel Nancy, after the
 little blue-eyed Derelict, and it was a
 matter of dozbt of which he was the
 prouder. For Miss Nancy was the
 recognized beauty of the village, and
 many 6 young m.n of Fairport had
 envy in his heart for John Crag-
 ston.
 | The young navigator made many
 voyages. but none to any very distant port. and his ventures were fortunate
 and his worldly goods were sceumu- lating at 8 most satisfactory ratio.
 Miss Nancy was wont to stand upon
 the beach. with her blue sunbonnet | r,r0ta<tipc har hroun o,,rI.f fror, AL. sun, and watch Johns schooner sail out into the open until it became mere speck in the distance. and finally disappear altogether in the haze. After that she would cast many glance to sesward during the long days and keep a well-trimmed lamp burning in her window at night until such time as the Nancy again sailed into the Fairport hsrbor-
 But one day John took her for a walk along the beach and found her a shady seat in the shelter of 6 great powder. Then. stretching himself on the sand at her feet, he outlined a plan to which she finally hslf-heart- edly consented, with tear in her eye and sigh in her heart
 My little Dereict," he said, hold ing her hand in hiz, ''I shall make but one more voyage before we are married am going s long distance. Nsncy-to the far-of Ehores of h. dis- But when I return, I shall bring to you the precious stones and rare goods which have SO many times promised you shall be gone for many, many months. Nancy, but I shall return and we shall live in 6 cot tage overlooking the sea-"
 Miss Nancy gazed far away st the misty link between the sky and the sea and made no reply.
 ''But every hour of the day shall think of you. my little Derelict, and so often as I can I shall send you a message. Should any great length of time elapse without word from me, do not doubt my constancy; rsth- CT think of me as dead. for death alone can banish from my heart the image of my blue-eyed Dsrelict-"
 He kissed her then, and she brave- ly stifed a sob in her throat and bid him God-Speed-
 And when the Nancy sailed out of Fsirport hsrbor on that bright June morning. Miss Nancy stood on the beach and waved 6 handkerchief SO long as bit of the black hull could be diseerned against the horizon that stretched across the sea like a deep blue ribbon. Then she walked slowly back to her cottage and sank into a chair with her face in her hands.
 And the schooner Nancy never more sailed into Fsirport hsrbor.
 During the many years Miss Nancy divided her time between cheering the sorrowing hearts, nursing the sick or assisting the poor of the viii lsge and gazing out to sea. sAnd every night a light burned brightly in her window
 No direct word came from John after his first two letters, but one day sailor drifted into the village who said the Nancy had gone down of the Indian coast, and that John Cragston had died with his face to the west and a far-swsy look in his eyes
 Miss Nancy nourished her sorrow in silence, and the story the old sailor told was 6 balm to her wounds.
 In the twilight hour she loved to walk along the beach where John had led her that June day. and seating herself in the shelter of the great powder. gaze out to sea
 There it was that big. broad man, coming swiftly along the beach one evening, found her. He threw himself on the sand at her feet, and she uttered sudden, sharp cry, and covered her face with her hands
 And then he told her that the Nancy had indeed been wrecked of the coast of India, but he had been picked up by a passing steamer and carried to Calcutta There he had fallen under the influence of 6 wom- ans dark eyes, and upon her he had lavishsd all his fortune and his af- lection When his money was squsD- 5sred, she had seorned him, and ashamed. repentsnt, and stu loving he had returned to Fsirport to beg Nancy's forgiveness
 "I have brought the jewels and the silks, my little Derelict," he said.
 Miss Nary gave herself up to bit Ter tears, which finally she conquered and gazed at him with never a smile on her face. Rising to her feet at last, ,he said, in a strange voice:
 Tt was your love I wanted. not your jewels or your silks Why have you broken my heart with this con- 'ession of your deceit? 'Twere sweet sr to have always thought of you as lying with your face to the west and } far-away look in your eyes,
 Then she left him lying on the ,snd and walked sadly along the ,each to her home. John Cragston staggered to his feet, finally, and turned his face again to the east. He vas never more seen in Fsirport. and Hiss Nancy remained a derelict