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a miniature lion, stood as quiet and dignified among the people as if he understood each word addressed to him, taking the evidences of appreciation as matters of course which he had every right to expect. Soon I understood what it all meant.
“Romeo belonged to Mrs. C. F. Kress, of Washington Street, Johnstown. Last Friday, the day the flood-gates of the South Fork reservoir broke loose, the lady went to the house of her sister, Mrs. A. C. Kress, on Main Street, taking the dog with her. While there the awfully disastrous waters came sweeping down upon them from Conemaugh, so that all the people in the house were compelled to get upon the roof. There were seven in the party, and Romeo made a good eighth.
“But soon the terrible waves and floating debris raised horrible havoc with the buildings. Suddenly a big wave dashed upon the roof. Mrs. C. F. Kress was knocked off her place of refuge and rapidly floated along with the wild stream. No human being attempted to jump after her to make an effort for her rescue, because the surging flood had already dragged her beyond all human reach. But Romeo, the lady's dog, forgetful of his own danger, had apparently been expecting what was coming.
“The waters had no more than closed above the
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