The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1918-11-14
HIS CHANGE TO MAKE GOOD.
A Once Down-and- Outer Repaid an
 Employers Kindness.

One day, long ago, a very shabby i boy walked unannounced into the of flee of a certain rich factory owner. And he said, quite without preface:
 I'm down and out, sir. And mo- body will give me work---nobody will give me a chance to make good! If could get job of any kind I'd wear my fingers to the bone holding It down! I know"--tfe very shabby boys voice grew hard---"1 know you can have me thrown out of your office if you want to. Other men that I've asked for jobs have had me thrown out. But---for pity's sake---don't. Give me my chance, instead!" The rich factory owner looked | thoughtfully at the shabby boy. And perhaps he saw the depths of appeal in the boys glance, for, though he was very busy that morning, he sent 1 for his secretary and dictated rOte to the superintendent of his factory. And then he folded the note into an envelope and gave it to the shabby boy
 Your chance is In this envelope" !" he said. And though I'll probably never hear whether you've made good or not---my factory is pretty large--- I'm wishing you luck!"
 It was a good many years later that a panic swept the country. There were riots in shops and factories, there were shots and curses and state militias called out. And the certain rich factory owner went back and forth from his office with a worried l hi ad hi to came in every half-hour to give re-
 ports that became more and more
 disturbing.
 Finally the workers marched out ot
 the factory They marched out in an
 ugly mood But there was a foreman
 among them who marched with a firm step and a resolute expression. One
 looking at him, could tell that he was
 not a part of the mob. The rich owner and his secretary watched from the window, and they were frankly frightened They dit . not know quite what would happen
 and they were afraid to guess. They
 saw the mob gathering below them . and they drew closer together. AnC then, suddenly, they saw a foreman! figure detach itself from the mob ant step tD the foreground. And the. heard a mans voice ring out clearl, above the mutterings.
 Fellows said the man, "you knov
 me. I've worked with you a goot l many years. And I want to tell yot that you're going at this thing in tn wrong way. Pick out couple of me- and send 'em to talk to the boss, an he'll dD what you want him to dc e He's fair"
 | A chorus of jeers greeted the mar There were shouts of How do yo @ know?" and What dyer mean e fair!" But the listeners up in tn window heard the man speakin r again.
 e He was fair to me-" said the mar 8 When l was down and out he gay l. me a chance. He didn't have to-
 nobody else had. But he did.
 And the rich man, leaning from tn e window, heard the story of a reger ' eration that he was responsible for.
 The men listened. And they bt
 lieved. And they sent their envoys- lg sent them calmly---to the factory T. owner, and he was fair. And the IL particular strike was averted.
 The rich factory owner didn't kno
 that his good deed was going to beg W great fruit. He never expected ly hear again from the shabby boy WI + had asked for a chance. And yet I
 gave him that chance---doing a zoo
 deed that came back, boomerang fashion, in his hour of need.---Ma NY garet D. Sangster in The Christif y Herald.