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Her name was Eliza Adams, and she was a bride of but two months. Her husband was a foreman at the Cambria Iron Works and was drowned.
The body of a beautiful young girl of twenty was found wedged in a mass of ruins just below the Cambria Iron works. She was taken out and laid on the damp grass. She was tall, slender, of well-rounded form, clad in a long red wrapper, with lace at her throat and wrists. Her feet were encased in pretty embroidered slippers. Her face was a study for an artist. Features clear cut as though chiseled from Parian marble; and, strangely enough, they bore not the slightest disfigurement, and had not the swelled and puffed appearance that was present in nearly all the other drowned victims. A smile rested on her lips. Her hair, which had evidently been golden, was matted with mud and fell in heavy masses to her waist.
"Does any one know her?" was asked of the silent group that had gathered around.
No one did, and she was carried to the improvised morgue in the school-house, and now fills a grave as one of the "unidentified dead."
Miss Rose Clark was fastened in the debris at the railroad bridge, at Johnstown. The force of the water had torn all the garments off and pinned her leg below the water between two
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