The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1915-01-07
THE REST
is SILENCE
One May Have Too Much
of a Good Thing
BY FRANK CONDON
copyright by Frank A. Munsey Co.

This, then, remarked MT. FULLY,
looking out of the car window, with q
SAD CLEAN in his eye-"this is East
WaIdoboro?'
The train stopped. porter shooed
Tie New Yorker through the aisle and
or to the station platform, and, leaving
him surrounded by bags and parcels,
tic coaches rolled away into the dis
|-Ntance.
Fresh from the roar and clamor of
the city. Mr.. Tully gazed about him
T. and observed instantly that he was in
tw. the midst of an ocean Of quiet. Peace
land silence surrounded him. A man
ii who drawled and accented strange
stouparts of his conversation spoke few
herwords to the city stranger. and sub
haseqnently Mr.. Tully found himself
nanlup0n the highest seat of a carry all.
~ which Is Maine wagon designed to
bugh eliminate the rough spots from a citi-
|ok Osen's anatomy by the simple process of
pigknocking them off.
re- leaving Mr. Tully on the wagon
shoVand In ascent of a stony hill mile
iulllong and eight miles high. we will re-
,u' turn at once to New York and look
Into this strange affair. Why was Mr..
fully In Maine at All?
b, Doc Mr.. Tully had said to his
nca Oldest friend, want to know what's
| wrong with me. Pm run down, and
nOlrny nerves hurt | see strange things
creeping along the wall at night"
H. david" the doc answered, "you
|ent, need peace, rest and quiet of the
quietest sort, and l know just where
you ought to go. I've got an aunt in
HAST Waldoboro. Go up there and get
back your nerves. II you don't go
.youll die"
He disembarked from the station We
hicie at the risk of life and limb, found
DIR. Gregory's aunt a fine, pleasant,
Kindly old lady and put away his trav-
cling impedimenta in the largest room
ne 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 place as this. I'll bet I'll
BE- perfectly well in no time"
Besides DR.. Gregorys aunt there
were others in the house. and at first
Tully concluded that somebody was iii
IN an upper room because of the con-
t1nued quiet about the place and the
nolseless 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-
sell. my niece and the man who looks
after things for us. | am sure you will
find nothing to disturb you"
Thank you" Tuliy said. 81 am
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
tngled. 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, fresh
and vigorous, after a sleep a dead man
might have envied. During breakfast
HRS. Knight sent the hired man into
ins which had met in convention as
q sembled under a lawn sprinkler and
were chattering over the minutes of
the last meeting. Tully watched the
6lhired man in establishment
THE robins are so noisy Mrs
knight said to him. I'VE must try to
keep the place quiet for you, Mr.. TuI-
ly.r Tully began to wonder exactly
what Doc Gregory had written his
aunt about him. He began to wonder
whether he had not better bury his
watch under a rosebush ON account OF
Its tremendous ticking.
He observed curiously that Mrs.
knight and her niece moved about
without producing the slightest noise
|JIand that the hired man evidently ran
upon pneumatic tires. The huge
grandfathers clock in the dining room
= ticktocked in low. almost inaudible,
tone. The screen doors swung noise
iessly against rubber tenders.
The floors were somewhere under
meath the thick rugs or carpets. The
entire house represented the word
I"quief' worked up to the nth power.
The last pocket in an abandoned coal
mine was noisy racket compared
with It.
Mr.. Tully. feeling refreshed and
cheerful, sauntered forth. He pluck
ed a red, red rose and placed 1t 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
Tor bis little pals. the starish spots he
had been accustomed to seeing in New
York. but they had already diminished
In Elxe. He gazed Mt the side of red
barn In a hunt for the moving objects