The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1914-12-24
THE REST
is SILENCE
One May Have Too Much
of a Good Thing
BY FRANK CONDON
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

looking out of the car window, with
sad CLEAN in his eye-"this Is East
Waldoboro?"
The train stopped. A porter shooed
the New Yorker through the aisle and
off to the station platform. and, leaving
him surrounded by bags and parcels.
the coaches rolled away into the dis
fance.
q Fresh from the roar and clamor Of
the city. Mr.. Tully gazed about him
and observed instantly that he was In
the midst of an ocean of quiet. Peace
and silence surrounded him. A man
who drawled and accented strange
parts of his conversation spoke few
words to the city stranger, and sub
sequently Mr.. Tully found himself
upon the highest seat of a carry all.
which is Maine wagon designed to
eliminate the rough spots from citi-
zen's anatomy by the simple process of
knocking them off.
Leaving Mr. Tully on the wagon
and in ascent of stony I'M mile
long and eight miles high, we win re-
turn at once to New York and look
into this strange affair. Why was Mr..
Tully In Maine at all?-
"Doc," Mr.. Tully had said to his
oldest friend, want to know what's
wrong with me. Pm run down, and
my nerves hurt. see strange things
creeping along the wall at night"
David" the doc answered. "you
need peace, rest and quiet of the
quietest sort. and / know just where
you ought to CO. I've got an aunt in
East Waldoboro. Go up there and get
back your nerves. If you don't go
you'll die
He disembarked from the station We
hicle at the risk of life and limb, found
DR.. Gregory's aunt a fine. pleasant,
kindly old lady and put away his tray
cling impedimenta in the largest room
he had ever seen, in the middle Of
which was a bed, which was twice as
large as a regular bed.
I'm going to like this place." he
exclaimed enthusiastically. when q
man needs quiet he wants to come to
Just such place as this. I'll bet I'll
be perfectly well in no time
Besides DR.. Gregory's aunt there
were others In the house. and at first
Tully concluded that somebody was Ill
In an upper room because of the con
tinued quiet about the place and the
noiseless movements of its inmates.
I'VE are free from the noises of the
village" his hostess said to Tully ON
the first evening. land we are so far
from the main road that you will not
be disturbed by passing motorcars
There are only three of US now-my-
self, my niece and the man who looks
after things for us. | am sure you will
find nothing to disturb you"
"Thank you,' Tully said. 81 an
positive shall improve very quickly
In these peaceful surroundings" He
was beginning to feel embarrassed by
the attentions shown him.
That night as he lay between the
sweet smelling sheets his ears fairly
tingled. He endeavored to corral some
stray. faint sound, but there was moth
ing except the soft rustic of the leaves
outside his window.
In the morning he awakened, frest
and vigorous, after sleep a dead mar
might have envied. During breakfast
Mrs. Knight sent the hired man into
the yard to shoe away bevy of rob
ms which had met in convention as
sembled under a lawn sprinkler ani
were chattering over the minutes oil
the last meeting. Tully watched the
hired man In establishment
''The robins are so noisy" Mrs
Knight said to him. 1--WE must try t.
keep the place quiet for you. Mr.. Tul
ly." Tully began to wonder exactly
what Doc Gregory had written hii
aunt about him. He began to wondel
whether he had not better bury hil
watch under rosebush on account Of
its tremendous ticking.
He observed curiously that Mrs
knight and her niece moved abou
without producing the slightest nois,
and that the hired man evidently RAJ
upon pneumatic tires. The hug,
grandfather's clock in the dining room
ticktocked in a low, almost inaudible
tone. The screen doors swung noise
lessly against rubber tenders.
The floors were somewhere under
meath the thick rugs or carpets. TIL,
entire house represented the wore
'quiet' worked up to the nth power
The last pocket in an abandoned Goa
mine was a noisy racket compared
with It,
Mr.. TuIly, feeling refreshed an,
ehnorful sa.Infarnd forth He nluck
ed a red, red rose and placed it in hi
buttonhole. He shifted the morning
breeze and held out his hand to TAX
bearings. The hand was almost steady
he examined the blank atmospher
for his little pals, the starfish spots b.
had been accustomed to seeing in New
York, but they had already diminishe,
In size. He gazed at the side OF re-
barn In a hunt for the moving object