Bowmanville High School - Screech Owl Yearbook (Bowmanville, Ontario Canada)

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1st Prize Prose Forgive Me, Sally' The sparkling eyes of the city man reflected his pleasure. Lovely, he said, as he looked at the surrounding landscape. Lovely. It's exactly as I remember it. After twenty years there's no change. I've never forgotten this village, it's so peaceful, so lovely . . . But you must think me a sentimental old fool. Not at all, the villager said kindly. Our little town often does that sort of thing to people. I suppose it's because it's so different from the city. It certainly is. It has always been my dream to come back and see this village once more. But tell me, Mr. Holden is there a woman here with shiny blonde curls and the most wonderful brown eyes? She was about seventeen or eighteeen when I was here last. I've always remem- bered her working among the flowers in a garden. I think it was down by the old stone church. She such a lovely girl and I'd like to see if she has changed very much. You mean Sally Larnes. Mr. Holden informed him. Yes, she was a pretty little girl. Had a wonderful personality too. She was always kind to everyone. WAS! What happened to her, Mr. Holden? Ah, that's a sad story, Mr. Jones, said Mr. Holden, shaking his head. Sally was happy enough till a city fella came to town. You might say he swept Sally off her feet. I lived outside of town in those days so I never met him but they say he was handsome and fast, a lot dif- ferent from the men around here. I think Sally wanted to marry him but he left town suddenly and never come back. Sally was heartbroken and one day she went for a walk in the woods and never returned. People say she drowned herself, but one can't be sure. Oh, its already 3:30. Well enjoy the view, Mr. Jones I've got to go. Goodbye, whispered Mr. Jones. He turned to face the view. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Oh Sally, he sobbed. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Helen Wesselius 2F