Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1920-11-14
BIRDIE IN THE HOUSE

FTER several generations of the
~ hot biscuit that several genera
~ tons of mothers used to make.
a and after a Broadway chef with
q salary twice that of "A college presi-
dent had put the Newburg in lobster
an entire nation took to talking in It's
sleep and showed a coated tongue.
Gluten bread. bccfSteak cubes, predi-
Sested tablets and painless pastries
began to figure largely in street car
advertising.
That dark-brown taste began to as
sumo national proportions
DieteticS became a college eiectiNe.
The old Cadillac Springs House. JUST
ready to peter out in favor of apPen-
dicitis hospitals and neurasthen,a san
atoriums, was suddenly brought up by
an indianapolis Promoting Company
and an $500 o0 500 room hotel with
three miles of veranda and golf course.
rose from the wood ashes of the for
mer frame hosiery
Cadillac Springs water. which had
probably for odoriferous and sodium.
sulphatic cons guShed up and Seeped
: back intos the floor OF the miid oiu
Indiana fiatfands. was suddenly piped.
analyzed and advertised to the last
deciilion Of iron oxide and magnesium
carbonate. In the great landScaped
park surrounding the new Hotel CAD
lilac it gurgled now at even intervals
along the dyspeptic's and rheumatic
morning stroll. up into to- white t'ieo
Men who had long since ceased TO
approach breakfast except as SPIRIT
cd horse is led blindfolded past a
steam-roiler. with QuiverinS lips and
ready to take fright at broken yolk
brown stain beside the percolator.
learned here TO linger over eggy
dishes and market quotations.
Thanks to the liver. life became
once more worth living, and the great
American porterhouSe swan back
into favor on a sea of best cooking
butter.
MARCUS KESSLER of Peoria, upon
VI whom a cornfiake lay none too
lightly. retired fearlessly after three
portions of pudding la Cadillac and
very black demi-tasse. For the first
Eessler slept as sweetly az q night
nurse on duty.
In the wide light of September
morning she showed the resuscitatfon.
too. in the tagged profile which was
less tagged. even in her throat, the
fiabbiness Of which was drawn up be-
cause her head was high.
In great elbow Of the great veran-
da, she rocked with her back to the
sun and her face to the quiet lobby. .
ready for the luxury Of the long row
of empty veranda chairs. It was turn
ing over in bed: taking it's Nauheim.
AK and Vichy baths: its salt rubs and
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three glasses Of hot concentrated be-
fore breakfast; stretching rheumatic
legs in the park.
As Mrs. Kessler rocked her fingers
flashed busily through the intricacies
of crochet, sunlight teasing at her
needle. A smile came out on her lips
and a rose grew in her pattern, and
presently a shadow lay across the lace
and she glanced up. still smiling.
Good morning, Mrs. Washauer!
Good morning. Mrs Kessler! I
thought I was the only early bird"
Indeed, no! Since seven I been up
and downstairs with my crochet:
That's what a good night my husband
had ad b, Sit s. s0%n BY me- Mrs. "asha'sr'
Il see. Mrs. Kessler. you do the
rose pattern. too" She screwed her
self with q rustling Of black taffeta
into porch chair. laying her short
feet leaving the moor with each tilt.
yes, my husband feels 50 much
better. got the heart right away to
take up my fancy work again: Lace
make"
II never, Mrs. Kessler. seen . man
improve more as your husband"
when I tell You. Mrs. Washauef.
that when we came here little more as
a week ago every time what I looked
at that man I busted right out cry
ing. you can know how he looked
Say. wasn't my own husband for
two years such yellow In color We
sidn't expect him to live? For TWEEN.
down to our table at home was like
to sit down to funeral. on such a
diet he was"
Don't 1 know. Mrs. washauer! My
own husband. what never in his life
gave his daughter or me cross word,
hollered so at me 1 was ashamed for
the neighbors. when one night at sup
per we wouldn't pass him the sauer-
braten like the doctor forbid"
lust ask my husband for fun some
time how every year we used to run
to Carlsbad and Wieshaden. and ask
him now how he swears by this cure
instead"
Il can tell you If I had an ailment.
God forbid. right away I would bring
Say. You you can see for yourself. Mrs.
Eessler. how even the big millionaires
from New York come here for the
cure"
I should say so! Right next to
our table in the dining room sits that
Mrs Van Ritz out of the newspapers.
with her yellow hair so marceled, and
eyes like she was always looking
through her 1orgnettes, even when
she amt"
But how plain them big bugs are,
amt it? At breakfast this morning
not SO much as diamond bracelet
did Mrs Van Ritz have on"
Always at night she makes up for
it"
when you come right down to it,
] can tell you there's a few million
dollars sleeps every night under this
root. Tom Riley. himself to begin
this hotel amt one-third his holdings"
You don't say so, Like to own
such a gorgeous hotel amt enough
il itself"
Il wonder If you know. Mrs. Kess-
ler, that my brother-in- law. the one
Louis, for ten years has sold Tom
Riley every bit of poultry what he
uses on his table down here at the
springsr'
NO. But ask my husband. Mrs.
Washauer IL didn't say to him last
night. Marc. don't this chicken melt
in your mouth
Waushauer somewhere from the deep
recesses of her. She was fitting vio-
Icntly. her head pat back against the
rocker back.
Yes. yes. Mrs. Kessier. few mil
lionaires lay their heads down under
this roof every night: Tom Riley, Her
man Hirkirner. Percival Chalmers. Isa-
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