I worked a few weeks and the mill shut down.

I wandered all over the iron district and finally, deciding that the North held no openings, I began working my way toward the iron country in the South.
The Sharon mill did not shut down completely.

The owner operated it at a loss rather than throw all his old hands out on the world.

Twenty years later I met him on a train in the West and we talked of old times when I worked in his mill.

As long as he lived he was loved and venerated by his former employees.
Father was putting in short time at Sharon and was badly worried.