Evening star., 1934-01-10
'peDtbouse love
oDno SIOUX SCorberry

Madame has beautiful view from
her balcony"
Charity gasped. For there. like a
landscape painting, was Central Park
and beyond the fascinatingly tall build
ings that make of New York's skyline
ver-to-be- forgotten picture.
So that was what people meant when
they said penthouse. 1t meant living
on top of the world-with New York
veyed the balcony. She began to walk
and discovered she could go all around
the roof 1t was like garden. Potted
ming to trail over trellises. Sylvia
followed Charity silently. Suddenly
Charity stopped short and looked
How many other apartments are
there up here2" she asked.
None, madame" Sylvia looked puz-
zled
"Other tenants use the-roof-of
course?" Charity asked, with a little
flush of confusion.
"Oh. no, madame" Sylvia assured
her, inwardly surprised that Mrs. Tenn
pie did not know her penthouSes better
than that. This Is your own private
roof No one else from the hotel Is
allowed up here"
Charity felt vastly relieved. How
many rooms have we?"
Sylvia studied a moment.
Three in your suite, madame-a
bed room, living room, gymnasium and
bath in your husbands suite. Ball
room, living room. billiard room"
she was silent moment counting.
Eighteen, nineteen - about twenty,
madame"
When they went back into the
boudoir Sylvia began efficiently to un-
pack Charity's bags. Would madame
like one Of her gowns pressed before
dinner?"
Charity jumped She had bought
only two evening gowns And it would
of course be necessary to dress every
night for dinner. She flushed sudden
ly. embarrassed.
II only have two evening gowns with
me. I'll wear the light blue one. Yes,
press it, please"
Sylvia hung the clothes in one of
the closets. When she came to the
toilet articles she picked them up in
absolute unbelief. A comb, a brush, a
powder puff, toothbrush, and can
of rice powder! That couldn't be all!
So she asked, puzzled, Has madame,
perhaps, forgot her creams and toilet
thingS?"
Charity choked and walked over to
the balcony to hide her confusion. II
I'm out of all sorts of things. must
go shopping tomorrow"
1t was Sylvias turn to be confused
Her large angular face Redeemed. She
was afraid she had been rude. But
madame had been most kind about it.
| Charity was in her bath when Syl-
via came back with the dress. The
maid tapped on the door. Madame,
Mr. Temple is waiting for you in the
! library. Dinner is served at 8. 1t is
/ now 7:45."
THANK you," Charity called, her
heart beating quickly. Tell Mr.. Tenn
pie I'll be in very shortly"
Charity finished her dressing in
! fever of excitement. She hoped and
prayed Doug would not be home for
dinner. They hadn't dined together
since their marriage. She had scarcely
spoken a dozen words to him since
! their quarrel Mrs. Muggins had con-
/ veyed all the necessary messages
! shocked no end that the young Temples
had broken up, apparently, on their
honeymoon.
| Doug was reading an evening paper
in the library when Charity forced her
shaking limbs to carry her through
the door. She was trembling inside,
too, but she greeted him with no out
ward show of turmoil:
Good evening"
Doug glanced up casually, nodded
and went back to his paper. Charity
felt like picking up something and
throwing it at him. Why was 1t he
could make her SO angry. She had
never known what it was to be thor
oughly angered in her life until the