The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1914-11-26
THE REST
is SILENCE
One May Have Too Much
of a Good Thing
By FRANK CONDOR
Copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

1hiS, tnen, remarked Mr.. Tully, |
looking out Of the car window, with a
sad CLEAN in his eye-"this is East
Waldoboro?"
The train stopped. A porter shooed :
the New Yorker through the aisle and |
OH to the station platform. and, leaving |
him surrounded by bags and parcels.
the coaches rolled away into the dis
lance.
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. 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 a citi-
zen's anatomy by the simple process of
knocking them off.
Leaving Mr.. Tully on the wagon
and in ascent of 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. 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 go. 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 trav-
cling impedimenta in the largest room
he had ever seen, in the middle Of
which was bed, which was twice as
large as 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 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 end the
noiseless movements Of it's inmates.
1--WE 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. l 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, fresf
and vigorous. after sleep dead maj
might have envied. During breakfas
Mrs. Knight sent the hired man int
the yard to shoe away bevy of rob
ms which had met In convention as
sembled under lawn sprinkler ant
were. chattering over the minutes o
the last meeting. Tully watched thu
hired man in establishment.
1.-THE robins are so noisy" Mrs
Knight said to him I'VE must try t.
keep the place quiet for you, Mr.. Tul
ly." Tully began to wonder exactl.
what Doc Gregory had written hi
aunt about him. He began to wOnde
whether he had not better bury hi
watch under rosebush on account
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 ra
upon pneumatic tires The hug
grandfather's clock in the dining ROOF
ticktocked in low. almost inaudibl'
tone The screen doors swung nois'
lessly against rubber tenders.
The floors were somewhere unde
meath the thick rugs or carpets. Th
entire house represented the wor
"ouiet'' worked up to the nth powe
The last pocket in an abandoned col
mine was noisy racket compare
with 1t.
Mr.. Tuly. feeling refreshed ar
cheerful, sauntered forth. He pluc
ed a red, red rose and placed 1t in
buttonhole. He shifted the mornir
breeze and held out his hand to tai
bearings. The hand was almost stead
He. examined the blank atmosphe
for his little pals. the starfish spots
had been accustomed to seeing in Ne
York. but they had already diminish'
in size. He gazed NJ the side OF r.
barn in a hunt for the moving obJec