The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1871-06-07

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lofty tower, with its purple gates and
golden columns, lay in ruins at our
feet. Pedestal, shaft and architecture
involved in one common fate. l am
quite sure that the ruins of Baalbee or
Palmyra were never gazed upon with
such intense interest as were those
beautiful ruins that now lay at our
feet. Carrie was actually speechless
for few moments, dumb with grief.
l thought of Niobe, but no, she hadn't
turned to stone, her mouth opened.
sThere! I knew something would
happen! Something always happens
when I want to go any where!,,
$50 quick bright things come to
confusion" said !, helping to gather
up the rolls and the fragments Of the
jar, "ere one can say they're here,
they're gone"
"oh yes, it's very well for you to sit
there, sporting Shakespeare I won
der how you would feel if it was your
butter jar. l don't care-I've got the
butter, and / can borrow jar of Aunt
Anne.n
''Do go on, Ben; are you going to
keep us here all nighta"
III believe we done got in de quick
sands, Miss Carrie, dis yere Tom boss
can't keep his footen."
"Quicksands! Take me out! take
me out! Do make haste Ben, the wa
ter is coming in the carriage now"
Ben unhitched one of the horses,
and brought him round. "You go
first, Carrie, I'll wait till Ben comes
back"
AS Carries weight pressed upon the
door step, the carriage lurched-to
use seamen's languaged-and the
little golden golden rolls fell again to
the floor. The waves eager for plum
der, like wreckers on some rich argosy
that has been stranded, rushed in and
carried off the spoil, in spite of all my
exertions and representations. Here
was scene-here was spectacle OF
which the melancholy Jaques might
have moralizcd for a month
"Sweep on, you fat and greasy citizens,
'Tis just the fashion"
"Can do anything for You, ladies,
said masculine voice, at the carriag'
window.
"Ah! there is the preux chevalie
that is to rescue the distressed dam
sells. But that face; Ooh, I do be
lieve this is Mr.. Smiths Andy"
i eyes, Miss Katie; and is got Mas
sa Johns fine big roam boss, if you'll
git on behind me, Ill war'nt he'll talk
you safe over.
I gladly accepted Andy's kind offe
and chung as closely to his coarse CAB
ardine as would have o Nasal
5roadcloth. In few moments I wa
safe by the side of Carrie.
| "You're fine fellow, Andy; an,
now do you think you can help Bel
get the carriage out Of the quicksand.
ooh, yes, ma'am."
The two poor fellows tugged away
for, perhaps, fifteen OF twenty min
utes, and at length the carriage stoo
safe upon the bank. It was now get
ting dark, and as some of the fragment
of the butter jar still remained on tn
front seat, Carrie made no discoveries
We travelled to Low-Wood Park, con
voyed by Ben and Andy.
"Please to lend me something to pu
my butter in Aunt ANNIE" said Carl.
as she ran.up the steps, :smy jar
broken"
A large dish was handed to her.
ON hold the light for you, Carrie,
said I, "perhaps it will be difficult fe
you to find your butter wlthouta light
+ The carriage underwent a stri,
search from side to side, and from en-
to end. Cushions were taken out, ca
I pets shaken, and every little nook an
corner was thoroughly examined, b,
3 the butter obstinately refused to sho
itself.
swell, I never! What on earth b,
. become of the butter? Why, Kat