“Don’t trouble yourself about Archie.  He’ll be here soon.  You are not yourself to-night, Fanny.”

“Perhaps not; but I can’t help it.  I feel such an awful weight here;” and Mrs. Voss drew her hands against her bosom.

“All nervous,” said her husband.  “Come!  You must go to bed.”

“It will be of no use, Wilmer,” returned the lady.  “I will be worse in bed than sitting up.  You don’t know what a strange feeling has come over me.  Oh, Archie, if you were only at home!  Hark!  What was that?”

The pale face grew paler as Mrs. Voss bent forward in a listening attitude.

“Only the wind,” answered her husband, betraying some impatience.  “A thousand strange sounds are on the air in a night like this.  You must compose yourself, Fanny, or the worst consequences may follow.”

“It’s impossible, husband.  I cannot rest until I have my son safe and sound at home again.  Dear, dear boy!”

Mr. Voss urged no further.  The shadow of fear which had come down upon his wife began to creep over his heart and fill it with a vague concern.  And now a thought flashed into his mind that he would not have uttered for the world; but from that moment peace fled, and anxiety for his son grew into alarm as the time wore on and the boy did not come home.

“Oh, my husband,” cried Mrs. Voss, starting from her chair, and clasping her hands as she threw them upward, “I cannot bear this much longer.  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.  Catching her in his arms, he ran with her up stairs, but before he had reached their chamber her light form lay nerveless and unconscious against his breast.