A Stranger in Woodend
On Saturday, 31st October, 1964, a man arrived in the
village. It was late in the evening. He was looking for somewhere
to stay the night. He knocked at a door and a woman
opened it.
‘Good evening, madam,’ the man said. ‘I’m sorry it’s so
late. But can you help me, please? Is there a hotel in this
village? I want to stay here tonight.’
The woman laughed. ‘A hotel? Here in Woodend? No,
sir, I’m afraid there isn’t.’
‘What a pity,’ said the man. ‘I’m a stranger here. And I
want to see your village tomorrow.’
The stranger was very polite. He was tall and had dark
hair. And he had strange green eyes.
‘Perhaps Mrs Harrison can help you,’ the woman said.
‘She has a room. Perhaps you can stay with her. Wait a
minute. I’ll get my coat, and I’ll take you there.’
The woman took the stranger to Mrs Harrison’s house.
Mrs Harrison gave him a room for the night. He was very
glad. It was the last night of October and it was cold.
The next day was Sunday. The man looked round the
village. He was very interested in the history of the village.
He met some of the villagers and asked them their names.
But he did not visit the church. That was unusual. The
church in Woodend was the most beautiful building in the
village. But the stranger was not interested in it. He did not
go to church that night with all the villagers. It was the first
Sunday evening of November.
When the villagers came out of the church, the man had
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gone. They had all liked him. The ladies had thought he
was very good-looking.
A few weeks later, he came back. It was the first Sunday
in December. The villagers were coming out of church. It
was cold and dark.
‘Hello he said.’ ‘I’m back again. It’s nice to see you all once
more.’ His next words surprised everyone.
‘Perhaps you can help me,’ he said. ‘I’m looking for a
house. I want to buy a house here.’
‘Here?’ someone said. ‘But why here? There’s no work in
Woodend for a young man. All the young people leave the
village. They find work in Lidney, the nearest town.’
‘I’ll get a job somewhere,’ the stranger said. ‘Perhaps in
Lidney.’
Then one of the villagers told him about old Mr Smith’s
house. Mr Smith had died in the summer. His house was
empty. It was for sale. The house was on the corner of Main
Street and Church Lane.
‘I’ll ask about the house tomorrow,’ said the young man.
‘Perhaps I’ll be lucky. Goodbye. I’ll see you soon.’
The villagers watched him leave. They all saw his car. It
was very big and luxurious. He looked rich.
A few days later, Mr Smith’s house was sold. And in the
middle of December, the young stranger arrived. He moved
into the house and worked very hard. He fixed the roof. He
repaired broken windows. He painted and decorated. He
changed the whole house.
But there was a big surprise for the villagers. On the
morning of Monday, 21st December, they saw a big sign on
the front of the house. And on the sign were these words: