Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1870-03-03
MISCELLANEOUS.
Thrilling Adventure.

ONE OF our oldest merchants, who ID s(
soon to pass away, and who formerly car
ried on business in Beaver street, residing
AS 1t was the custom in Olden times
over his store, tells the following thrilling
narrative, which he occasionally relates
with wonderful effect A party had been
collected at his house to give eclat to one
of those little family festivals which
brighten the dark trace Of life, and cheer
the human heart in every cline. 1t was
his daughters wedding day !; crowds of
her young acquaintance circled round
her, and as the father gazed proudly on
the face of the young BRIDE, he wished as
bright prospect might open for his other
children who were gamboling merrily
among the crowd. Passing through the
passage connecting the lower rooms. he
met the servant maid, an ignorant country
girl, who was carrying lighted tallow
candle in her hand without candlestick
He blamed her for this dirty conduct, and
went on into the kitchen to make some
arrangements with his wife about the sup
per table the girl shortly returned with
her arms full of ale bottles, but without the
candle. The merchant Immediately recol
lected thatseveral barrels fgunpowderhad
been placed in his cellar during the day,
and that his foreman had opened one of the
barrels to select sample for customer.
"Where is your candle 2" he inquired in
the utmost agitation. II couldn't bring
it up with me, for my hands were full"
said the girl Where did you leave it ?"
"Well, I'd no candlestick. 80 l stuck it
into some black sand that's there in one
of the tubs The merchant dashed down
che cellar steps the passage was long and
dark, and as he CROPPED his way on, his
knees threatened to give way under him; ;
his breath was choked, and his flesh seemed
suddenly to become dry and parched, as
if he had already felt the suffocating blast
of death. At tine extremity of the pas
sage, in the front cellar, under the very
room where his children and their friends
were reveling in felicity, he discerned the
open powder barrel, full almost to the top
the candle stuck lightly in the loose
grains, with long red snuff Of burnt out
wick topping the small and gloomy flame.
This sight seemed to wither all his
powers, and the merry laugh Of the
youngsters above struck upon his
heart like the knell of death. He
stood for some moments, gazing upon that
light, unable to advance. The fiddler
commenced a lively jig, and the fee. of
dancers responded with increased vivacity;
the floor shook with their exertions, and
the loose bottles in the cellar lingled with
the motion. He fancied the candle was
moved-was falling! With desperate en-.
ergy he dashed forward; but how was he
to remove it? The slightest touch would
cause the small live coal of wick to fall
into the loose powder. With unequaled
presence of mind he placed hand each
side of the candle, With the open palms
upward, and the distended fingers pointed
toward the object Of his care, which AZ
his hands gradually met, was secured In
the clasping or locking of his fingers, and
safely removed from the head Of the bar.
rel. When he reached the head of the
stairs, the excitement was over; he smiled
at the danger he had conquered; but the
reaction was too powerful, he fell into fits
of most violent and dreadful laughter
He was conveyed senseless to bed, and
many weeks elapsed ere his nerves re-
covered sufficient tone to allow him to re-
sumo his habits of every day life. -Nsw
York Commercial Adcertiser.