CHAPTER XV
JOE OVERHEARS SOMETHING
"Are you the boys who threw the baseball through my kitchen window into my kettle of
apple sauce?"
demanded Mrs. Peterkin, as she confronted the two culprits.
"I threw it," admitted Joe.
"But we didn't know it went into the apple sauce," added Tom.
"Nor through the window," spoke Joe for want of something better to say.
"It was a wild throw."
"Humph!" exclaimed the irate lady.
"I don't know what kind of a throw it was but I know I was wild when I saw my kitchen.
I never saw such a sight in all my born days—never!
You come and look at it."
"If—if you please I'd rather not," said Joe quickly.
"I'll pay you whatever damages you say, but I—I——"
"I just want you to see that kitchen!" insisted Mrs. Peterkin.
"It's surprising how mischievous boys can be when they try."
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"But we didn't try," put in Tom.
"This was an accident."
"Come and see my kitchen!" repeated Mrs. Peterkin firmly and she seemed capable of
taking them each by an ear and leading them in.
"You—you'd better go," advised Mr. Peterkin gently.
So they went, and truly the sight that met their eyes showed them that Mrs. Peterkin
had some excuse for being angry.
On the stove there had been cooking a large kettle of sauce made from early apples.
The window near the stove had been left open and through the casement the ball, thrown
with all Joe's strength, had flown, landing fairly into the middle of the soft sauce.
The result may easily be imagined.
It splattered all over the floor, half way up on the side walls, and there were even
spots of the sauce on the ceiling.
The top of the stove was covered with it, and as the lids were hot they had burned the
sugar to charcoal, while the kitchen was filled with smoke and fumes.
"There!" cried Mrs. Peterkin, as she waved her hand at the scene of ruin.
"Did you ever see such a kitchen as that?
And it was clean scrubbed only this morning!
Did you ever see anything like that?
Tell me!"
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Joe and Tom were both forced to murmur that they had never beheld such a sight before.
And they added with equal but unexpressed truth that they hoped they never would again.
"I'm willing to pay for the damage," said Joe once more, and his hand went toward
his pocket.
"It was an accident."
"Maybe it was," sniffed Mrs. Peterkin.
"I won't say that it wasn't, but that won't clean my kitchen."
Joe caught at these words.
"I'm willing to help you clean up!" he exclaimed eagerly.
"I often help at home when my mother is sick.
Let me do it, and I'll pay for the apple sauce I spoiled."
"I'll help," put in Tom eagerly.
"Who is your mother?" asked Mrs. Peterkin, looking at Joe.
"Mrs. Matson," he replied.
"Oh, you're the new family that moved into town?" and there was something of a
change in the irate lady's manner.
"Yes, we live in the big yellow house near——"
"It's right back of our place, Mrs. Peterkin," put in Tom eagerly.
"Hum!
I've been intending to call on your mother," went on Mrs. Peterkin, ignoring Tom.[122]
"I always call on all the new arrivals in town, but I've been so busy with my housework
and Spring cleaning——"
She paused and gazed about the kitchen.
That, at least, would need cleaning over again.
"Yes," she resumed, "I always call and invite them to join our Sewing and Dorcas
Societies."
"My mother belonged to both!" exclaimed Joe eagerly.
"That is in Bentville where we lived.
I heard her saying she wondered if there was a society here."
"There is," answered Mrs. Peterkin majestically, "and I think I shall call soon, and ask
her to join.
You may tell her I said so," she added as if it was a great honor.
"I will," answered Joe.
"And now if you'll tell me where I can get some old cloths I'll help clean up this
muss."
"Oh, I don't know," said Mrs. Peterkin slowly.
Clearly her manner had undergone a great change.
"I suppose boys must have their fun," she said with something like a sigh.
"I know you didn't mean to do it, but my apple sauce is spoiled."
"I'll pay for it," offered Joe eagerly.
He was beginning to see a rift in the trouble clouds.
"No," said Mrs. Peterkin, "it's all right.
I have plenty more apples."
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"Then let us help clean the place?" asked Tom.
"No, indeed!" she exclaimed, with as near a laugh as she ever indulged.
"I don't want any men folks traipsing around my kitchen.
I'll clean it myself."
"Well, let us black the stove for you," offered Tom.
"That's it, Alvirah," put in Mr. Peterkin quickly.
He rather sided with the boys, and he was glad that the mention of Joe's mother, and
the possibility of Mrs. Peterkin getting a new member for the societies, of both of which
she was president, had taken her mind off her desire for revenge.
"Let the boys black the stove.
You know you always hate that work."
"Well, I suppose they could do that," she admitted somewhat reluctantly.
"But don't splatter it all over, though the land knows this kitchen can't be worse."
Behold then, a little later, two of the members of the Silver Star nine industriously cleaning
hardened apple sauce off the Peterkin kitchen stove, and blackening it until it shone brightly.
"I'm glad Sam Morton can't see us," spoke Tom in a whisper.
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"Yes; we'd never hear the last of it," agreed Joe.
They finished the work and even Mrs. Peterkin, careful housekeeper that she was, admitted
that the stove "looked fairly good."
"And be sure and tell your mother that I'm coming to call on her," she added, as Joe
and Tom were about to leave.
"Yes, ma'am," answered the centre fielder, and then he paused on the threshold of the
kitchen.
"Have you forgotten something?" asked Mrs. Peterkin, who was preparing to give the
place a thorough scrubbing.
"We—er—that is——" stammered Joe.
"It's their baseball, I guess," put in Mr. Peterkin.
"It is in the kettle of apple sass, Alvirah."
"Oh, yes; so it is," she agreed, and this time she really laughed.
"Well, you may have it," she added.
"I don't want it."
With a dipper she fished it up from the bottom of the kettle, put it under the water faucet
to clean it, and held it out to Joe.
"Thanks," he said as he took it and hurried off with Tom, before anything more could be
said.
"Whew!" exclaimed Tom, when they were out in the lots again.
"That was a hot time while it lasted.
And we got out of it mighty lucky, thanks[125] to your mother.
Mrs. Peterkin is great on the society business, and I guess she thought if she gave it to
us too hot your mother wouldn't call on her.
Yes, we were lucky all right.
Want to practice some more?"
"Not to-day," replied Joe with a smile.
"I've had enough.
Besides, this ball is all wet and slippery.
Anyhow there's lots more time, and I guess the next day we do it we'll go down to the
fairgrounds."
"Yes, there's more room there, and no kettles of apple sauce," agreed Tom, with
a laugh.
As Tom had an errand to do down town for his father he did not accompany Joe back to their
respective homes.
"I'll see you to-night," he called to his chum, as they parted, "and we'll arrange
for some more practice.
I think it's doing you good."
"I know my arm is a bit sore," complained Joe.
"Then you want to take good care of it," said Tom quickly.
"All the authorities in the book say that a pitching arm is too valuable to let anything
get the matter with it.
Bathe it with witch hazel to-night."
"I will.
So long."
As Joe had not many lessons to prepare that night, and as it was still rather early and
he did[126] not want to go home, he decided to take a little walk out in the country for
a short distance.
As he trudged along he was thinking of many things, but chief of all was his chances for
becoming at least a substitute pitcher on the Silver Stars.
"If I could get in the box, and was sure of going to boarding school, I wouldn't
ask anything else in this world," said Joe to himself.
Like all boys he had his ambitions, and he little realized how such ambitions would change
as he became older.
But they were sufficient for him now.
Before he knew it he had covered several miles, for the day was a fine Spring one, just right
for walking, and his thoughts, being subject to quick changes, his feet kept pace with
them.
As he made a turn in the road he saw, just ahead of him, an old building that had once,
so some of the boys had told him, been used as a spring-house for cooling the butter and
milk of the farm to which it belonged.
But it had now fallen into disuse, though the spring was there yet.
The main part of it was covered by the shed, but the water ran out into a hollowed-out
tree trunk where a cocoanut shell hung as a dipper.
"Guess I'll have a drink," mused Joe.
"I'm as dry as a fish and that's fine water."
He had once[127] taken some when he and Tom Davis took a country stroll.
As he was sipping the cool beverage he heard inside the old shed the murmur of voices.
"Hum!
Tramps I guess," reasoned Joe to himself.
But a moment later he knew it could not be tramps for the words he heard were these:
"And do you think you can get control of the patents?"
"I'm sure of it," was the answer.
"He doesn't know about the reverting clause in his contract, and he's working on a big
improvement in a corn——"
Then the voice died away, though Joe strained his ears in vain to catch the other words.
Somehow he felt vaguely uneasy.
"Where have I heard that first voice before?" he murmured, racking his brains.
Then like a flash it came to him.
The quick, incisive tones were those of Mr. Rufus Holdney, of Moorville, to whom he had
once gone with a letter from Mr. Matson.
"And if you can get the patents," went on Mr. Holdney, "then it means a large sum
of money."
"For both of us," came the eager answer, and Joe wondered whom the other man could
be.
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"You are sure there won't be any slip-up?" asked Mr. Holdney.
"Positively.
But come on.
We've been here long enough and people might talk if they saw us here together.
Yet I wanted to have a talk with you in a quiet place, and this was the best one I could
think of.
I own this old farm."
"Very well, then I'll be getting back to Moorville.
Be sure to keep me informed how the thing goes."
"I will."
There was a movement inside the shed as if the men were coming out.
"I'd better make myself scarce," thought Joe.
He had just time to drop down behind a screen of bushes when the two men did emerge.
Joe had no need to look to tell who one was, but he was curious in regard to the other.
Cautiously he peered up, and his heart almost stopped beating as he recognized Mr. Isaac
Benjamin, the manager of the Royal Harvester Works where the boy's father was employed.
"There's some crooked work on hand, I'll bet a cookie!" murmured Joe, as he crouched
down again while the two men walked off up the country road.
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