Everybodys Chance

Everybody's Chance
by John Habberton
1904

I -- HOW THEY HEARD OF IT
BRUNDY was the deadest town in the United States; so all the
residents of Brundy said. It had not even a railway station, although
several other villages in the county had two each. It was natural,
therefore, that manufacturers' capital avoided Brundy. There was a
large woolen mill at Yarn City, eight miles to the westward, and Yarn
City was growing so fast that some of the farmers on the outskirts of
the town were selling off their estates in building lots at prices which
justified the sellers in going to the city to end their days. At Magic Falls,
five miles to the northward, there was water power and a hardwood
forest, which between them made business for several manufacturers of
wooden-ware, as well as markets, with good prices for all farmers of
the vicinity.
But Brundy had only land and people. The latter, according to
themselves, were as good as the people anywhere, but the soil was so
poor that no one could get a living out of it without very hard work.
There was no chance of any kind for any of the natives. Young men
were afraid to marry, and young women were afraid to marry them; for
what girl wanted to go through the routine of drudgery in which she
had pitied her own mother, and what lover wanted to ask his sweetheart
to descend from the position of assistant at her old home to slave of all
work in a new one?

The lack of a chance for any one had made itself manifest at Brundy
many years before the date at which this story opens, so many of the
natives had gone elsewhere to better their condition. The great majority
of them had not been heard from afterward, so Brundy did not doubt
that they had become too prosperous to think of their simple old friends
and neighbors. Some, however, who had gone to great cities and the
great West, had returned to the place of their birth to end their days,
and they were so reserved as to how they had made their money, and
how much they had made, that Brundy agreed that there were some
great secrets of wealth to be discovered in the outside world, could the
inhabitants of Brundy ever get away and search for it.
For instance, there was old Pruffett; he had gone to Chicago when
barely twenty-one, remained there forty years, and been so busy all the
while that he declared that he never had found time to look about him
for a wife. He had made money, too; no one knew how much, and
Pruffett never would tell, but as he paid cash for whatever he bought in
the village and never haggled about prices, it seemed evident that he
was very well off, for Squire Thomas, the richest native who had
always remained at home, would never buy even a pound of butter until
a penny or two of the price had been abated.
Sad though it be to relate, there were pretty and good young women in
Brundy who would gladly have married old Pruffett for his money, and
loving mothers who would have advised and helped them in that
direction had old Pruffett given them any encouragement, but what
could any one do with a millionaire-- so they called him-- who was
satisfied to do his own work and do his own cooking in the cottage in
which he was born, and which he had kept for years just as his mother
left it when she died, and he had been too busy to hurry home to
receive her dying blessing?
There was nothing mean about Pruffett; he contributed liberally to all
church subscriptions, and when any neighbor chanced to fall into any
trouble the old man was the first to offer counsel and substantial aid;
still, why did he not be wholesouled and tell younger men how and
where to find their chance in life-- the chance which Brundy

persistently denied every one?
One morning the entire village was thrown into a fever of excitement
and sarcasm by the appearance of the following notice, which was
posted on the bulletin-board in front of the town hall and on trees in the
several streets:
"Everybody has a Chance
"A lecture on the above subject will be given at the town hall next
Friday night. The lecturer has nothing to sell, nor any medicines or
other goods to recommend, nor anything to advertise. It is to be a
square talk by a square man, who can prove what he says. No charge
for admission; people who like the lecture may, if they desire, drop
some small change into a box