The Bottineau courant. (Bottineau, Bottineau County, N.D.) 1895-1929, 1914-07-10
THE REST
is SILENCE
One May Have Too Much
Of q Good Thing
BY FRANK CONDOR
Copyright BY Frank A. Munsey Co.

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Copyright BY Frank A. Munsey Co. !
This, then" remarked Mr.. Tully.
looking out Of the a window, with q
sad CLEAN In his eye-"this Is East
Waldoboro?"
The train stopped. A porter shooed
the New Yorker through the aisle and
OF to the station platform. and. leaving
him surrounded by bags and parcels.
the coaches rolled away into the dis
lance.
Fresh from the u and clamor OF
the city. MI. 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 draw and accented strange
parts Of his conversation spoke a few
words to the city stranger. and sub
sequently Mr.. Tully found himself
upon the highest seat of q carry-all.
which Is a Maine wagon designed to
eliminate the rough spots from a cit-
sens anatomy by the simple process OF
knocking them OF.
Leaving Mr.. Tuliy on the wagon
and In ascent Of a stony hill a mile
long and eight miles high. we will 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. I'm run down. and
my nerves hurt. l e strange things
creeping along the wall at night"
David" the doc answered. you
need peace. rest and quiet of the
quietest sort. and l know just where
YOU ought to go. I've got an aunt In
Cast Waldoboro. Go up there and get
,ack your nerves II you don't 60
vou'll die"
He disembarked from the station We
kicle at the risk Of life and limb. found
DR.. Gregory's aunt a fine. pleasant.
kindly old lady and put away his trav-
cling impedimenta in the largest room
he had ever seen. in the middle o.
which was q bed, which was twice as
large as 4 regular bed.
I'm going to like this place." he
exclaimed enthusiastically. when a
man needs quiet he wants to come to
just such a place as this. I'll bet III
be perfectly we'll in no time"
Besides DR.. Gregory's aunt there
were others in the house. and at first
Tuliy concluded that somebody was i'll
In an upper room because Of the con
tinued quiet about the place and the
noiseless movements Of it's 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. II am
positive l 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 endea vored 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. fresh
and vigorous. after a sleep a dead man
might have envied. During breakfast
Mrs. Knight sent the hired man into
the yard to shoe away a bevy Of rob-
tns which had met In convention rs
sembled under 4 lawn sprinkler and
were %chattering yer the minutes Of
the last meeting. Tully watched the
hired man in establishment.
The robins are 90 noisy" Mrs.
Knight said to him. 1--WE must try to
keep the place quiet for you. Mr.. TUT
~" Tully began to wonder exactly
what Doc Gregory had written his
amt about him. He began to wonder
whether he had not better bury his
watch under q rosebush on account Of
y3tS tremendous ticking.
> He observed curiously that Mrs.
Knight and her niece moved about
without producing the slightest noise
and that the hired man evidently ran
upon pneumatic tires. The huge
grandfather's clock in the dining room
,ticktocked in a low. almost tnaudibie.
tone. The screen doors swung noise
lessly against rubber tenders.
rTh9 floors were somewhere under
meath the thick rugs or carpets. The
entire house represented the word
"quiet'' worked up to the nth power
The last pocket in an abandoned coal
mine was a noisy racket compared
With It.
Mr.. Tully. feeling refreshed and
cheerful, sauntered forth. He pluck
ed q red, red rose and placed it in his
buttonhole. He shifted the morning
breeze and held out his hand to take
bearings. The hand was almost steady
he examined the blank atmosphere
for his little pals. the starfsh spots ht
had been accustomed to seeing in New
York. hut they had already diminished
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