The Falls City tribune., 1906-03-16


I'm just telling Psycho hat this no.
breakfast fad is hurting your health
my son. Now do come and eat like
you used to. You began to look bad
as soon as you left off your breakfast
It's a silly fad, that's what it is. YoU
cant tell mel"
The young man stared at his mother
until he had mastered her meaning
Then he put both hands to his head
and turned to the sideboard as if tC
conceal his emotion.
That's it," he said as he busted
himself with a tall glass and the
cracked ice. It's that 'no-breakfast'
fad | didn't think you knew about it.
The fact is he continued, pouring out
measure of brandy, and directing the
butler to open a bottle of soda "we
all eat too much. After a night OF
sound sleep we awaken refreshed ard
buoyant, all our forces replenished; !;
thirsty, of course. but not hungry
he sat down to the table and placed
both hands again to his head and
we have no need of food. Yet such Is
the force of custom that we deaden
ourselves for the day by tanking up on
coarse. loathsome stuff like bacon.
Ugh! anyone would think, the way you
two eat so early in the day, that you
were a couple of cave-dwellers-the
kind that always loaded up when they
had a chance, because it might be a
week before they got another"
He drained his glass an frightened
visibly
Now, why not be reasonable?" he
continued, pleadingly. You know
there is plenty of food. | have OBJ
served it being brought into town in
huge wagon loads in the early morn
ing on many occasions. Why do you
want to eat it all at one sitting? No
ones going to starve you. Why stupe-
fy yourselves when, by little nervy
self-denial, you can remain as fresh
and bright and clear headed as ! am
at this moment? Why doesn't a fire
make its own escape. Mrs. Carstep-
Jamwuddle?"
Il don't believe you feel right. eth
er. / just know you've got an awful
headache right now. Do let the man
| give you nice piece of this steak"
Don't, | beg of you. Lady Ashmor-
ton! The suggestion is extremely re-
| pugnant to me. Besides. I'm behaving
| this way because / arose with the pure
| ~ humorous fancy that my head was
a fine large accordion, and that some
meddler had drawn it out too far. I'm
/ sportively pretending that l can press
it back into shape. Now you and sis
never get up with any such light poetic
notion as that. You know you don't
don't attempt to deceive me- He
/ glanced over the table with swift dis
approval.
! Strawberries, oatmeal. rolls. steak
three inches thick, bacon, omelette-
oh, that | should live to see this dayi
It's disgraceful! And at your age
before your own innocent woman
child, and leading her into the same
excesses. Do you know what that
breakfast is? No; I'll tell you. That
breakfast is No. 78 in that book of
Mrs. Rorer's, and she expressly warns
everybody that it can be eaten safely
only by steeple-clmbers, piano NOV.
ers and sea captains. Really Mrs
Wrangleberry, blush for YOU"
Il don't care how you go on. You
amt looked well for months"
But think of my great, big heart
a heart like an ox"-he seemed on the
verge of tears-"and to think that you
woman | have never treated witt
anything but respect since we met in
Honduras in the fall of '93-to think
you should throw it up to my own face
that I'm not beautiful. Others there
are, thank God, who can look into {
mans heart and prize him for wha
he is-not condemn HIM for his mere
superficial blemishes"
And just know you've got in will
a fast set met Mr.. Milbrey yester
day in the corridor"
Did he tell you how TO make |
lovely asparagus shortcake or some
thing"
He told me those men you go will
so much are dreadful gamblers, anC
that when you all went to Palm Beaci
last February you played poker fo
money night and day, and you toll
me you went for your health"
"Oh, he did did he? Well, didn'
get. anything else. He's a dear oil