{"id":168595,"date":"2022-12-19T22:41:59","date_gmt":"2022-12-19T22:41:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/precoinnews.com\/?p=168595"},"modified":"2022-12-19T22:41:59","modified_gmt":"2022-12-19T22:41:59","slug":"just-william-the-christmas-truce-richmal-cromptons-festive-tale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/precoinnews.com\/world-news\/just-william-the-christmas-truce-richmal-cromptons-festive-tale\/","title":{"rendered":"Just William – The Christmas Truce: RICHMAL CROMPTON'S festive tale"},"content":{"rendered":"
In the first part of this story in yesterday\u2019s Mail, the mothers of William and his arch-enemy Hubert agreed to put an end the boys\u2019 rivalry by making them invite each other to their Christmas parties. But it all went terribly wrong when Hubert played a prank on William. Now The Outlaws plan their revenge…\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n They met in the old barn in the morning to arrange their plan of action, but none of them could think of any plan of action to arrange, and the meeting broke up gloomily at lunchtime, without having come to any decision at all.\u00a0<\/p>\n William walked slowly and draggingly through the village on his way home. His mother had told him to stop at the baker\u2019s with an order for her, and it was a sign of his intense depression that he remembered to do it.\u00a0<\/p>\n In ordinary circumstances William forgot his mother\u2019s messages in the village.\u00a0<\/p>\n He entered the baker\u2019s shop and stared around him resentfully.\u00a0<\/p>\n It seemed to be full of people. He\u2019d have to wait all night before anyone took any notice of him.\u00a0<\/p>\n Just his luck, he reflected bitterly . . . Then he suddenly realised that the mountainous lady just in front of him was Mrs Lane.\u00a0<\/p>\n She was talking in a loud voice to a friend.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Yes, Hubie\u2019s party is this afternoon. We\u2019re having William Brown and his friends. To put a stop to that silly quarrel that\u2019s gone on so long, you know.<\/p>\n ‘Hubie\u2019s so lovable that I simply can\u2019t think how anyone could quarrel with him. But, of course, it will be all right after today. We\u2019re having a Father Christmas, you know.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u2018Well?\u2019 said Bates sharply, holding the door open a few inches. \u2018What d\u2019you want?\u2019 William assumed an ingratiating smile, the smile of a boy who has every right to demand admittance to the cottage<\/p>\n ‘Bates, our gardener, is going to be Father Christmas\u00a0and give out presents. I\u2019ve given Hubie three pounds to get some really nice presents for it to celebrate the ending of the feud.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n William waited his turn, gave his message, and went home for lunch. Immediately after lunch he made his way to Bates\u2019s cottage.\u00a0<\/p>\n It stood on the road at the end of the Lanes\u2019 garden. One gate led from the garden to the road, and the other from the garden to the Lanes\u2019\u00a0shrubbery.\u00a0<\/p>\n Behind the cottage\u00a0Bates\u2019s treasured kitchen garden, and at the bottom was a little shed where he stored his apples.<\/p>\n The window of the shed had to be open for airing purposes, but Bates kept a sharp look out for his perpetual and inveterate enemies, boys.\u00a0<\/p>\n William approached the cottage with great circumspection, looking anxiously around to be sure that none of the Hubert Laneites was in sight.\u00a0<\/p>\n He had reckoned on the likelihood of their all being engaged in preparation for the party.\u00a0<\/p>\n He opened the gate, walked up the path and knocked at the door, standing poised on one foot ready to turn to flee should Bates, recognising him and remembering some of his former exploits in his kitchen garden, attack him on sight.\u00a0<\/p>\n He heaved a sigh of relief, however, when Bates opened the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n It was clear that Bates did not recognise him. He received him with an ungracious scowl, but that, William could see, was because he was a\u00a0boy, not because he was the boy.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Well?\u2019 said Bates sharply, holding the door open a few inches. \u2018What d\u2019you want?\u2019 William assumed an ingratiating smile, the smile of a boy who has every right to demand admittance to the cottage.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018I say,\u2019 he said with a fairly good imitation of the Hubert Laneites\u2019 most patronising manner, \u2018you\u2019ve got the Father Christmas things here, haven\u2019t you?\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n <\/p>\n William entered, and threw a quick glance out of the window. Yes, Ginger was there, as they had arranged he should be, hovering near the shed where the apples were stored<\/p>\n The ungraciousness of Bates\u2019s scowl did not relax, but he opened the door a few inches wider in a resigned fashion.\u00a0<\/p>\n He had been pestered to death over the Father Christmas things. These boys had been in and out of his cottage all day with parcels and what not, trampling over his doorstep and \u2018mussing up\u2019 everything.\u00a0<\/p>\n He\u2019d decided some time ago that it wasn\u2019t going to be worth the five shillings that Mrs Lane was giving him for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n He took for granted that William was one of the Hubert Laneites coming once more to \u2018muss up\u2019 his bag of parcels, and take one out or put one in, or snigger over them as they\u2019d been doing every day for the last week.\u00a0<\/p>\n But he did think that they\u2019d have left him in peace on the very afternoon of the party. \u2018Yes,\u2019 he said surlily, \u2018I\u2019ve got the things \u2019ere an\u2019 they\u2019re all right, so there\u2019s no call to start upsettin\u2019 of \u2019em again.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n ‘I\u2019ve had enough of you comin\u2019 in an\u2019 mussin\u2019 the place up.\u2019 \u2018I only wanted to count them, and make sure that we\u2019ve got the right number,\u2019 said William with an oily friendliness that was worthy of Hubert himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n The man opened the door with a shrug. \u2018All right,\u2019 he said, \u2018go in and count \u2019em. I tell you, I\u2019m sick of the whole lot of you, I am. Mussin\u2019 the place up.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Look at your boots!\u2019 William looked at his boots, made an ineffectual attempt to wipe them on the mat and entered the cottage.\u00a0<\/p>\n He had an exhilarating sense of danger and adventure as he entered. At any minute he might arouse the man\u2019s suspicions.\u00a0<\/p>\n His ignorance of where the presents were, for instance, when he was supposed\u00a0to have been visiting them regularly, might give him away.\u00a0<\/p>\n Moreover, a Hubert Laneite might arrive any minute and trap him in the cottage. It was, in short, a situation after William\u2019s own heart.\u00a0<\/p>\n The immediate danger of discovery was averted by Bates himself, who waved him irascibly into the back parlour, where the presents were evidently kept.\u00a0<\/p>\n William entered, and threw a quick glance out of the window. Yes, Ginger was there, as they had arranged he should be, hovering near the shed where the apples were stored.\u00a0<\/p>\n Then he looked round the room. A red cloak and hood and white beard were spread out on the sofa, and on the hearthrug lay a sackful of small parcels.<\/p>\n \u2018Well, count \u2019em for goodness\u2019 sake an\u2019 let\u2019s get a bit of peace,\u2019 said Bates more irritably than ever.\u00a0<\/p>\n William fell on his knees and began to make a pretence of counting the parcels. Suddenly he looked up and gazed out of the window. \u2018I say!\u2019 he said.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018There\u2019s a boy taking your apples.\u2019 Bates leapt to the window.\u00a0<\/p>\n There, upon the roof of the shed, was Ginger, with an arm through the open window, obviously in the act of purloining apples and carefully exposing himself to view.\u00a0<\/p>\n With a yell of fury Bates sprang to the door and down the path towards the shed. He had forgotten everything but this outrage upon his property.<\/p>\n Left alone, William turned his attention quickly to the sack. It contained parcels, each one labelled and named. He had to act quickly.\u00a0<\/p>\n Bates had set off after Ginger, but he might return at any minute. Ginger\u2019s instructions were to lure him on by keeping just out of reach, but Bates might tire of the chase before they\u2019d gone a few yards, and, remembering his visitor, return to the cottage in order to prevent his \u2018mussin\u2019\u2019 things up any more than necessary.\u00a0<\/p>\n William had no time to investigate. He had to act solely upon his suspicions and his knowledge of the characters of Hubert and his friends.\u00a0<\/p>\n Quickly he began to change the labels of the parcels, putting the one marked William on the one marked Hubert, and exchanging the labels of the Outlaand their supporters for those of the Hubert Laneites and their supporters.\u00a0<\/p>\n Just as he was fastening the last one, Bates returned, hot and breathless. \u2018Did you catch him?\u2019 said William, secure in the knowledge that Ginger had outstripped Bates more times than any of them could remember.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Naw,\u2019 said Mr Bates, panting and furious. \u2018I\u2019d like to wring his neck. I\u2019d larn him if I got hold of him. Who was he? Did you see?\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018He was about the same size as me,\u2019 said William in the bright, eager tone of\u00a0one who is trying to help, \u2018or he may have been just a tiny bit smaller.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n Bates turned upon him, as if glad of the chance to vent his irascibility upon somebody.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Well, you clear out,\u2019 he said. \u2018I\u2019ve had enough of you mussin\u2019 the place up, an\u2019 you can tell the others that they can keep away too.\u00a0<\/p>\n An\u2019 I\u2019ll be glad when it\u2019s over, I tell you. I\u2019m sick of the lot of you.\u2019 Smiling the patronising smile that he associated with the Hubert Laneites, William took a hurried\u00a0departure, and ran home as quickly as he could.\u00a0<\/p>\n He found his mother searching for him despairingly. \u2018Oh, William, where have you been? You ought to have begun to get ready for the party hours ago.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019ve just been for a little walk,\u2019 said William casually. \u2018I\u2019ll be ready in time all right.\u2019 With the unwelcome aid of his mother, he was ready in time, spick and span and spruce and shining.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019m so glad that you\u2019re friends now and that that silly quarrel\u2019s over,\u2019 said Mrs Brown as she saw him off. \u2018You feel much happier now that you\u2019re friends, don\u2019t you?\u2019<\/p>\n \u00a0William snorted sardonically, and set off down the road. The Hubert Laneites received the Outlaws with even more nauseous friendliness than they had shown at William\u2019s house.\u00a0<\/p>\n It was evident, however, from the way they sniggered and nudged each other that they had some plan prepared. William felt anxious.\u00a0<\/p>\n Suppose that the plot they had so obviously prepared had nothing to do with the Father Christmas … Suppose that he had wasted his time and trouble that morning… They went into the hall after tea, and Mrs Lane said roguishly, \u2018Now, boys, I\u2019ve got a visitor for you.\u2019<\/p>\n Immediately Bates, inadequately disguised as Father Christmas and looking fiercely resentful of the whole proceedings, entered with his sack.\u00a0<\/p>\n The Hubert Laneites sniggered delightedly. This was evidently the crowning moment of the afternoon.\u00a0<\/p>\n Bates took the parcels out one by one, announcing the name on each label. The first was William.\u00a0<\/p>\n The Hubert Laneites watched him go up to receive it in paroxysms of silent mirth. William took it and opened it, wearing a sphinx-like expression.\u00a0<\/p>\n It was the most magnificent mouth organ that he had ever seen. The mouths of the Hubert Laneites dropped open in horror and amazement. It was evidently the present that Hubert had destined for himself.\u00a0<\/p>\n Bates called out Hubert\u2019s name. Hubert, his mouth still hanging open with horror and amazement, went to receive his parcel.\u00a0<\/p>\n It contained a short pencil with shield and rubber of the sort that can be purchased for a penny or twopence. He went back to his seat blinking.\u00a0<\/p>\n He examined his label. It bore his name. He examined William\u2019s label. It bore his name. There was no mistake about it.\u00a0<\/p>\n William was thanking Mrs Lane effusively for his present. \u2018Yes, dear,\u2019 she was saying, \u2018I\u2019m so glad you like it. I haven\u2019t had time to look at them but I told Hubie to get nice things.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n Hubert opened his mouth to protest, and then shut it again. He was beaten and he knew it.\u00a0<\/p>\n He couldn\u2019t very well tell his mother that he\u2019d spent the bulk of the money on the presents for himself and his particular friends, and had spent only a few coppers on the Outlaws\u2019 presents.\u00a0<\/p>\n He couldn\u2019t think what had happened. He\u2019d been so sure that it would be all right.<\/p>\n \u00a0The Outlaws would hardly have had the nerve publicly to object to their presents, and Mrs Lane was well meaning but conveniently short-sighted, and took for granted that everything that Hubie did was perfect.\u00a0<\/p>\n Hubert sat staring at his pencil and blinking his eyes in incredulous horror. Meanwhile, the presentation was going on.\u00a0<\/p>\n Bertie Franks\u2019s present was a ruler that could not have cost more than a penny, and Ginger\u2019s was a magnificent electric torch.\u00a0<\/p>\n Bertie stared at the torch with an expression that would have done credit to a tragic mask, and Ginger hastened to establish his permanent right to his prize by going up to thank Mrs Lane for it.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Yes, it\u2019s lovely, dear,\u2019 she said. \u2018I told Hubert to get nice things.\u2019 Douglas\u2019s present was a splendid penknife, and Henry\u2019s a fountain pen, while the corresponding presents for the Hubert Laneites were an India-rubber and a notebook.\u00a0<\/p>\n The Hubert Laneites watched their presents passing into the enemies\u2019 hands with expressions of helpless agony.\u00a0<\/p>\n The first story featuring schoolboy William Brown was published in a magazine in 1919, but it was the release of author Richmal Crompton’s first book about the 11-year-old schoolboy that sparked a phenomenon. Above: The cover of the first book; the image of Crompton that featured on the cover of her biography<\/p>\n But Douglas\u2019s parcel had more than a penknife in it. It had a little bunch of imitation flowers with an India-rubber bulb attached and a tiny label, \u2018Show this to William and press the rubber thing\u2019.\u00a0<\/p>\n Douglas took it to Hubert. Hubert knew it, of course, for he had bought it, but he was paralysed with horror at the whole situation.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Look, Hubert,\u2019 said Douglas. A fountain of ink caught Hubert neatly in the eye. Douglas was all surprise and contrition.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018I\u2019m so sorry, Hubert,\u2019 he said. \u2018I\u2019d no idea that it was going to do that. I\u2019ve just got it out of my parcel and I\u2019d no idea that it was going to do that. I\u2019m so sorry, Mrs Lane, I\u2019d no idea that it was going to do that.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Of course you hadn\u2019t, dear,\u2019 said Mrs Lane. \u2018It\u2019s Hubie\u2019s own fault for buying a thing like that. It\u2019s very foolish of him indeed.\u2019\u00a0<\/p>\n Hubert wiped the ink out of his eyes and sputtered helplessly. Then William discovered that it was time to go.\u00a0<\/p>\n \u2018Thank you so much for our lovely presents, Hubert,\u2019 he said politely. \u2018We\u2019ve had a lovely time.\u2019 And Hubert, under his mother\u2019s eye, smiled a green and sickly smile.\u00a0<\/p>\n The Outlaws marched triumphantly down the road, brandishing their spoils. William was playing on his mouth organ, Ginger was flashing his electric light, Henry waving his fountain pen, and Douglas slashing at the hedge with his penknife.<\/p>\n \u00a0Occasionally they turned round to see if their enemies were pursuing them, in order to retrieve their treasures.\u00a0<\/p>\n But the Hubert Laneites were too broken in spirit to enter into open hostilities just then.\u00a0<\/p>\n As they walked, the Outlaws raised a wild and inharmonious paean of triumph. And over the telephone Mrs Lane was saying to Mrs Brown, \u2018Yes, dear, it\u2019s been a complete success.\u00a0<\/p>\n They\u2019re the greatest friends now. I\u2019m sure it\u2019s been a Christmas that they\u2019ll remember all their lives.\u2019\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n
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