Norwich bulletin., 1914-11-06
HIS FRAzzLED NERVES

StaydSid'S nerves were bad and his particular horror was noiees. He had fled from the city to escape its eternal din. but even the saIitariurne he select ed was not a soundless paradise. Into the hfst room that was assigned him the noise of dish washing penetrated and into his second room the snores of hiB next 6ocr neighbor penetrated.
 .TH take 6 room in cottage" ne announced at the office, and he was immediately shown to a large ground floor apartment that overlooked a beautiful lawn.
 This is the first quiet spot have struck for seven years he announced to the boy who showed him the room. And here's a quarter for bringing me to such a peaceful den" But the peace was soon disturbed by the sound of a lawn mower, one of the noises that entailed special torture for poor Stayheld.
 However, the lawn mower was a mere trifile compared with the sound that awaited him that evening when he returned from the main building where he had just dined, to the vel come restfulness of his own cottage retreat
 "Of all the sounds in the world that I most abominate," he said to himself, ''the chief is the sound of 8 squeaky hammock, and here, almost at my win dow, is the vflest. sounding one that it was ever my misfortune to listen to-"
 And sure enough, on the porch of a neighboring cottage that was close to his own, hammock gently swayed, and the swaying was accompanied by a metallic shriek of rusty, abrading iron that Stayfield declared to him self was little short of diabolical
 And there's a woman in it. he said, AlNr h. Cll feseO Or1a nF nervous people who are perfectly un- conscious of the noise they make themselves, but who want everybody else to be as soundless as the grave. We'll, there's no rest for me in my room until this thing stops. It's just question of how long a woman chooses to swing"
 He returned to the main building, sat long in the reading room and then went back to his cottage, only to be greeted by the steady, intolerable squeak of his neighbor's hammock
 'Tn go to the office and complain, , he declared, mentally, and then re- fiected that he had complained so many times at the office and each time had been met with smile of patient indulgence. His courage failed him and he contended himself with men tioning the matter to his doctor.
 "Oh, put it out of your conscious ness," was the physician'e advice, and Stayfield determined to act upon this prescription.
 The next evening he seated himself by his bedroom window with an ex- citing novel in his hand and in his mind the firm resolve not to allow any evil sound to come between him and the lovely heroine of the story.
 This is too much" he muttered 70 himself at the end of the third chapter. Down went the book on the table and out of the door went StayfieId. He wandered for over an hour about the grounds and when he returned to his room the hammock was srilled and the neiEhborinr porch deserted.
 Before another day has passed, 9 declared Stayfield to himself, as he lay in his bed that night. 'T'1l stop the squeak of that internal hammock if I have to cut it down and throw it m the lake" Fortune favored him. for when he returned the next evening after dinner the hammock was qui t and apparently unoccupied.
 "Now's my chance said Stayf1eld to himself and, hurrying into his room, he seized a bottle of oil that he had found on the shelf In his closet and made his