The Last Bugle Call.

Captain Wm. Stanley answers the call of the “Grim Reaper” at 2:15 a. m. Monday morning Jan. 6th, 1902.

Wm. Stanley was born in New York City on June 5, 1830 and died at Lyle, Minn., Jan. 6, 1902, thus making him 71 yrs., 7 mos. and 1 day old at the time of death.

It is sad indeed to chronicle the death of a man who has daily mingled with the people and who was seen on the streets and at his old place of business, for about 28 yrs. Such a person becomes of necessity almost as much of a fixture as some of the buildings and his death leaves a gap which time only can fill. His sickness which was some affectation of the heart, lasted about three weeks, but his death came suddenly at last as he was walking about the house at the time and fell o the floor, dying before he could be placed on a bed.

His Military Career.

When Wm. Stanley was an infant his parents moved to Albany, N. Y. When 14 years old returned to N. Y. City. In 1849 embarked as a sailor, which occupation he followed until 1855, when he enlisted as a private in the 10th U. S. Infantry and was stationed at Forts Snelling and Ridgley during 1855-6-7; made Sergeant 1855, first Sergeant ’58. In ’57 went with regiment to Utah, where he served until spring of ’63, when he joined the Army of Potomac. His gallantry and bravery caused him to be promoted step by step until he was made Captain in 1867 and remained in service until honorably discharged in 1874.

His Social and Public Life.

He was married in 1856 to Gertrude Olson, seven children being the fruit of this union, 3 only who survive him. Mrs. Carlson of Montana, E. L., and George of this place.

Mr. Stanley was shown official public favor a number of times and the length of time he stayed in each office he held while here, shows how faithfully he must have performed his duties. He was Justice of the Peace and Village Recorder for a great number of years, also Notary Public and postmaster and a member of the school board for 25 years.

His funeral sermon, at his request, was preached by Rev. Day, pastor of Open Door church of Minneapolis, who formerly had charge of Congregational church of this place. His interment, which took place on Wednesday was in the Woodbury cemetery where he was layed to rest by the side of his son Frank. The Tribune, with host of friends and neighbors, extends its heart-felt pity to the poor wife, who for nearly half a century has stood so bravely by him, sharing alike the pleasures and vicissitudes of life. Why “The Great Rule of the Universe,” should see fit to make you walk the rest of life’s journey alone, we do not know, but “Some day we’ll understand.” The other members of the bereaved family have our sympathy for we know the loss of a father no matter to what age we may have grown, is an irreparable one.