The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1909-08-18
ROBERTS BOG.

dIneT, may HdNo hNc Soheo Iva
a lead pencil?" asked Robert, as he
threw his cap back on his head and
gathered up his school books.
Again" asked his father, in some
surprise. II think this is the fourth
time this week"
"Yes, but l lose them. I don't
know where they co." declared Rob
ert, warming to his subject. II can't
keep ball, either"
His father reached slowly down
into his pocket and drew out his
hand empty. 81 find that is SO with
my money!" he said, quietly. II have
very hard work to keep my small
change. haven't nickel this morn
ing"
Robert was silent with surprise.
No money! "But, father" he be-
gan.
You will have to learn to keep
track of your belongings. | have de-
cided to keep track of my pennies,
and / can't throw them away"
Robert knew it was useless to
argue, and he turned and ran back
to his room. They heard him turn
ing over things and hurriedly search
ing. He was not boy to whine.
That evening the subject of the
pencils was not resumed. but as Rob-
ert sat by the fire, he broke out sud-
denly, "Father, ! wish that marshy
land down there by the tennis court
could be filled in. Sometimes we lose
our balls over the net, and it's too
wet to get them. Couldn't you have
the men fill in the place with gravel
or something and sod it over?"
His father laid down his paper and
drew near Roberts side of the fire.
"Gravel or something" he said, "costs
money, and the land would not yield
anything but grass after that. Do
you think it is right to throw away
anything so valuable--
Throw away?" asked Robert.
"Yes, throw away property just as
you throw away your pencils and
your balls. How would you like to
have me show you the fun there is
in saving something?"
"I'd like tiff it is fun" laughed
Robert.
81 think It would be- Now I will
give you all that low marshy place to
use as you like. You can plant it
with cranberry vines-just as the
men are doing down on the big bog.
You can do the work yourself, except
for little preparing of the land. All
l will charge you for that labor is
the lead pencils you use between now
and the time your money comes in
from your crop. Every time l give
you money for pencil we will set 1t
down, and at the time you sell your
cranberries we will subtract the
amount"
Robert thought moment. "When
will the crop be ready?"
Three years from now = the full
crop"
"Whew!" Robert shook his head
"That means work." he said, doubt
fully.
"Yes, but 1t means lot of fun in
learning how to value the results of
labor. Try it."
Robert decided to take his fathers
offer, and as the next day was Satur-
day, he worked with the men who
prepared the strip of land ready for
the vines. 1t was the fall of the year,
just the time to begin. He was eager
for the next Saturday to come, when
he was to begin to set out his vines.
These he obtained from his fathers
land. The vines were set out one
foot apart and in squares of one foot.
1t was hard work, but Robert was
not boy to turn back from a task,
and when it was done and the even
rows laid out before him, he was
proud of his work. 1t was strange
how pleasant 1t was to think about
the crop that would come to him, and
how easy it was to keep track of his
pencils, and how easy it was to go
without the taffy or the whistle, and
to buy his own pencils when he had
whitfield them down to the smallest
point.
The next year there were a few
cranberries-just few quarts that
he sold to his mother, but which more
than paid for any pencils furnished
by his father.
He spent some time during the