The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1891-10-22

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A, True. storey.
In western New York on the Banks of
Lake Erie there is Lovely Green Valley
and in this Valley there is village it is
the Birth place of the writer it is Butt
full Village Nesting as it does in the
shade of the grand old walnut Groves
and many pleasant memories does it re-
call to the mind OF the writer of his happy
Boyhood days spent roaming over hills
and through the grove, along the Banks
of the Clear sparkling waters of Silver
Creek which. wind its course through
this LoyeIy Valley and. of which this
Romantic Little Village was named and
how many times iii the years that have
come and gone to the writer does he in
his Day dreams seem to see as of old
Gay and Happy young cupple as they
stroll sometimes arm in arm along this
Butiful stream which winds its way
through this Lovely Valley ofits Butt
full walnut Groves. How Happy they
were in their gay young LIVES they
seemed to be as free from any cloud OF
sorrow as the joyous birds which would
so often arrest their attention with their
free and Happy songs. at other times
they would stop to rest in fdvorite
spot which had become dear to them in
days past, here they would sit on an
old moss covered Log and watch the
Grand old Ships as they sailed oyer the
Blue waters of Lake Erie. She was
butiful young Girl with mild Blue Eyes
and as she would Look up to his they
would Light up with pure and inocent
love which made her 1ookso butiful
that it seemed no wonder that his Love
for her was so strong. He was a Han
some Young man of "a years. modest
and only for the one falt perfect Gentle
man and otherwise Respected and Loved
by all who knew him.
But alas we must drop the curtain on
this pleasant scene to arise on sad one
for the fell destroyer was to enter and
destroy the Happy day dream of these
two young Lives.
His Father was the welthy and re-
spected Banker of our Village and his
mother who had gone to her rest had
Lett h,m fortune of forty thousand dol
lars, it is the same old story of wine ard
Gay companions. we we'll remember
one Lonely morning when all nature
was IN it Butv of her coming to our
Home she would often come to get moth
er to interpetate some Little dream she
was the only child her mother having
died when she was quite young. But
this time there was a sadness in thoes
Lovely blue Eyes as she told her Dream.
She Dreamed that she stood on the
Banks of Lake Erie that all was joyous
and butiful the ships were sailing over
the calm Blue waters the Birds sang
Galy. But all at once there was a
change, Dark Clouds gathered and
Darkened the Butiful sunlight the waters
became dark and thrating the waves
tossed and rolled, she seemed spell bound
as the great waves Dashed over her.
Mother told her that she feared that
she would have truble which would de.
'stroy her Happiness. TWAS only few
days when she came again and as she
told mother that her Interpretation was
only too true the tears streamed down
thoes Butiful cheeks. Her Lover all
that was Dear to her on Earth had been
brought home a copse. He had died of
delirunl tretnens and only "a years alter
Spending nearly all Of his fortune. Out
of Great and shame his Father only Lived
few years of sad Life and she poor girl
her great was more than she could bear
the bloom faded fast from thoes Rutiful
cheeks the light died from thoes Lovely
Blue Eyes and oftep has the tears come
to our Eyes as we have watched her in
her lonely rambles over the father which
had been so dear to her in days past
and at last like the Butifal Rose rudely
torn from its stem did her Butiful young
Life Go out and Like Little GLAZE the
Dying Man she went to meet her Doug:
las. D. M.