Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1854-02-10
KATE HUNrLEY's ExAGGERAr1oN.

'For we were made for love and tears"
KATE HUNTLEY's EXAGGERATIoN.
"Oh! there are thousands =" said little
Mrs. Huntley to her dress-maker, who
was measuring silk by the yard, thous-
ands and plenty"
just then she caught sly glance from
her young husband, as he looked over his
paper. She knew it was in rebuke for
her exaggeration. so she said, laughing
!" 1 can't help it, William, if 1 was to die ::
so just let me talk as please; l don t
hinder you.''
William Huntley had never been pleased
with this popularity of his pretty bride.
The habit of exaggeration he knew led to
establishment, and that to unscrupulous
falsehood. Ever since their welding
day, he had tried seriously to check this
propensity. But, alas. he found like
many another lord of creation, that
When woman won't, she won't
And there's the end ont.''
Never was the young and handsome
Kate Huntley more voluble, or in better
spirits than to-day. The magic of fine
colors and rich silks, and the winning
small-talk of the little dress. maker, who
was droll genius in her way, had set
her tongue on hinges, and she INDUCED
her besetting habit with perfect abandon.
The Huntleys were to have small
party in the evening, and Mr. Huntley
determined to try an experiment which
he had long had in contemplation. So
when the ladies had assent bled, and the
gentlemen were fast dropping in, with
the rest came young Huntley, looking
quite flushed and nervous. "Why are
you SO late, MIR. Huntley? 2" asked his
wife, looking up with mock displeasure.
"My dear, if it had been to make nv
last will and testament, | could mt have
come sooner" he said, earnestly. i've
been working like drayhorse; thousands
OF clerks to oversee, twenty thousand
carloads to ship off, millions of accounts
to attend; besides, it's been hotter than
six ovens all day." -
By this time every eye was upon him
-astonishment and mirth predominant;
but our youngEhusband took it coollv,
wiped his heated brow, and looked as
unconcerned and innocent as if he had
said nothing to attract attention; but his
wife's rosy cheeks grew roster.
'tWhat do you think of LIS new
book 2" asked gentleman, as the con-
versation turned on literature.
''Heavcnlyn exclaimed Huntley, roll
ing his eyes, ard casting half furtive
glance towards his wife. s'It sets me in
perfect raptures-I feed on ambrosia-I
drink nectar. If could see the author.
| should certainly take my heart in my
hand, and give it to him." A smile went
round the ASSEMBLY.
''By the way, I've been round to Aliens
new house," he added, following up his
advantage. "Happy Allen what situa-
ton! Soft, balmy airs, blowing over a
salt marsh loaded with vapors-a palace
of house-two stories high, and painted
yellow-glorious tree-cut down within
foot Of the ground-splendid garden
with one rose husband a wilderness of
pig-weed-charming view-fats on every
side-delightful pond-peeping here and
there under the thick green scum and
duck.weed-I should think of Allen would
be as happy as-well, / can't think of
anything less than king"
By this time the company were pretty
well initiated into Huntleyis secret. The
ladies laughed family, for they were all
guilty in a greater OF less degree of hy-
perbole-as perhaps you may be, reader.
They rallied, however, and tested with
their tormentor, but he sustained his part
admirably throughout the evening. Every
song that was sung, bid fair to set him
in raptures. If he told the truth, he was
intending to die twenty times-trans-
ported out of himself with joy twice as
often; never was so delighted in all his
life, every five minutes-and by the way
he risked his thousands, one would have
thought him cashier of the bank of Eng
laid. Everything was " sublime" or
8 horrible" every woman beautiful as
an angel, or " hcmely as hedge fence. ,"
In vain his pretty wife endeavored by
all the masonic signs of wedlock, to stop
her roguish husband; and she could
scarcely keep her equanimity till the last
guest had gone. Then she burst into a
passion of tears, and would not be COM
forted." ....-...... .........
''Come, Katy, tell me how it all looked
and sounded, I" said Hunley, half relent-
ing that he had vexed her so.
.' You know you looked ridiculous, +"
she answered through her sobs; syou
know you mortified me half to DEATH. Il
wish-mother r-had-been- -here-you--
would mt have dared to treat me SO. Il
shall never hold up my head again in So
ciety. | thought 1 should de-"
Now, Katy" replied her husband,
desparing at the failure of his efforts,
''how do you think you sounded yester-
day, when you declared your neck was
broken, because you tripped over a
brush-or when your dress-maker fitted
your dress, you said it was o mile too
arge; were not those expressions fully
Is ridiculous as mine" ts
Kate reflected n moment ssV dnr,t