"Oh, I don't know," she answered, crying; then, after a few moments' pause, she said: "Call the neighbours."
The man gave a shout. Two men from the house on the other side of the road appeared at the door.
"This way, please, be quick;" shouted the driver.
The men precipitated themselves towards the spot. Mrs. Soher was carried to her room upstairs and left to the care of her daughter who applied restoratives.
The corpse was carried into another room and laid upon a bed. The eyes remained wide open.
The neighbours sent away the carriage and its owner; one of them remained in the house while the other went for a doctor.
Mrs. Soher regained consciousness, and as her senses returned to her, she cried bitterly: "My poor son, my dear son."
At this stage, Mr. Soher came home. He was surprised to find his neighbour seated near the fire in the kitchen. His surprise was changed into anguish, when the neighbour, in a few words, informed him of Tom's sad fate.
Mr. Soher was horrified. With a blanched face and tottering steps he ascended the stairs and entered the room in which lay his wife. Upon seeing him, his wife uttered heart-rending cries: "Oh, Thomas, what are we going to do; our only son." Her sobs choked her.