Hark! That was his voice! _'Mother!' 'Mother!'_ Don't you hear it ?" Her face was white as the snow without, her eyes wild and eager, her lips apart, her head bent forward.
A shuddering chill crept along the nerves of Mr.Voss.
"Go, go quickly! Run! He may have fallen at the door!" Ere the last sentence was finished Mr.Voss was halfway down stairs.

A blinding dash of snow came swirling into his face as he opened the street door.

It was some moments before he could see with any distinctness.

No human form was visible, and the lamp just in front of his house shone down upon a trackless bed of snow many inches in depth.
No, Archie was not there.

The cry had come to the mother's inward ear in the moment when her boy went plunging down into the engulfing river and heart and thought turned in his mortal agony to the one nearest and dearest in all the earth.
When Mr.Voss came back into the house after his fruitless errand, he found his wife standing in the hall, only a few feet back from the vestibule, her face whiter, if that were possible, and her eyes wilder than before.