Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1854-04-01
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KATE HUNTLEY'S EXAGGERATION

oh there are thousands y said little
Mrs. Hunlley 10 her dress.maker, who
was measuring silk by the yard, thou
sands 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, laughingIy, Il
can't help it, William, if | was to die so
just let me talk as | please ; | don't hinder
you
William Huntey had never been pleas
ed with this pecuiarity of his pretty
bride. The habit of exaggeration he
knew led to embellishments, and that 10
unscrupulous falsehood. Ever since their
wedding day, he had tried seriously TO
check this propensity. But, alas he
found, like many another lord Of creation,
that
"When a woman won't, she won't
And there's the end ont"
Never was the young and handsome
Kate Huntey more voIubIe, 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 dToll genius in her way, had set her
tongue on hinges, and she INDUCED her
besetting habit with perfect abandon.
The hunlleys were TO have small par
ty in the evening, and Mr.. II. determined
to try an experiment which he had long
had in contemplation. So when the la
dies had assembled, and the gentlemen
were fast dropping in, with the rest came
young Huntley, looking quite flushed and
nervous. why are you so late, Mr..
Hunhey!' asked his wife, lookingup with
mock displeasure.
My dear, if it had been to make my
last will and testament, couldn't have
come sooner he said, earnestly. I've
been working like dray-horse; thousands
of clerks to oversee, twenty thousand car.
loads to ship off, millions of accounts to
attend to besides, it's been hotter than
six ovens all day.
BY this time every eye was upon him
-astOnishment and mirth predominant
but our young husband took it cooIIy,
wiped his heated brow, and looked as Un-
concerned and innocent as if he had said
nothing TO attract attention; but his wife's
rosy cheeks grew roster.
what do you think of L--'s new
book? asked a gentleman, as the conversa-
ton turned on literature.
Heavenly y exclaimed HuntIey,rolling
his eyes, and casting a half furtive glance
towards his wife. 1t sets me in perfect
rap,ures-I feed on ambrosia-I drink
nectar. III 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 stua-
ton! Soft, balmy, airs, blowing over
salt marsh loaded with vapors-a palace
Of house-two stories high, and painted
yellow-glories trees-cut down within
foot of the ground-splendid garden--with
one rose-bush-and wilderness of pig
weed-charming view-fats on every
side-delightfuI pond-peeping here and
there under the thick green scum and
duck-weed--l should think Allen would
be as happy as--well, | can't think of
anything less than king
By this time the company were pretty
we'll initiated into Huntley's secret. The
ladies laughed family, for they were every
one of them guilty in greater or less de-
gree of hyperboe--as perhaps you may
be, reader. They rallied, however, and
tested with their tormentor, but he sus-
tanned MS 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
limes--transported out Of himself with
Joy twice as often; never was so delight