Fordwich Record, 1935-03-06, Page 3-walked past the open door of the old
bar in Florian. It was empty, be-
cause it was the middle of the af-
ternoon and libertymen were not yet
ashore. Bloggs, being an officer's
servant, was privileged. He might
be on duty.
From outside, as he passed, the
bar looked much the same as when
he had last seen it ten years be-
fore. A little dingier, perhaps; but
Maltese bars don't look their best
in the afternoon.
He wondered anxiously who was
running it. Aunty, so they said, had
been dead for some years. She hail
been no ornament, but the "Good
Fairy" could never be quite the
same without her.
Bloggs remembered her as a
treble-chinned, peroxide female
whose person bulged indiscriminate-
ly, and who ruled the "Good Fariy"
with an arm like roast pork and a
voice like a trapped cockerel.
As he passed the door undecidedly
for the seventh time, he took stock
of the large, gilt figure of the Good
Fairy herself, who stood beside the
bar, poised stiffly on one leg in an
attitude intended to convey at the
same time blessing upon the patrons
and guardianship of the bar's de-
thrUnt.
Is her right hand she carried the
remains of a wand, which had lost
several inches since Bloggs had last
seen it, and her left arm was out-
stretched.
On her plinth was still painted,
in Aunty's crude lettering, "Good
Fairy No Wink," which was -Aunty's
cryptic way of pointing out that the
Good Fairy, representing herself,
kept her eyes well open and never
failed to notice the smallest lapse
from good order and navy discipline.
The Good Fairy's gold paint was
not what it had been. It was peeling
in places. And her nose showed
signs of having been made the target
for occasional bottles.
Bloggs, assuring himself that there
was no patrol within sight, pushed
his cap to the back of his head and
unfastened the top hook of his tunic.
He slapped his swagger-cane against
the red .stripe on 'his right trouser-
leg -in impatience at his indecision.
"Aunty's dead an' goon," he kept
telling himself, "It's ten year ago,
an' nobody won't knoW me." But
Carmelo might still be 'there, and if
he tried to explain to her what hap-
pened ten years ago, he'd find him-
self in a pretty pot-mess!
That was the whole trolible., if
only he knew for certain what had
happened on that last evening he
had spent at the "Good Fairy," just
before his 'ship had left Malta to
pay off, it would he easier to decide
what to do now.
Carmelo was Aunty's niece. She
was young, very pretty, always
laughing, and to add to her many
other attractions the "Good Fairy"
was to go to her on Aunty's death.
Half the sailors who frequented the
"Good Fairy" fell In love with her.
For some reason which he never
himself understood, it was Bloggs
who was the favoureu one in the
competition for her hand. He would
not hove described- himself as much
of a one for the ladies, but he fell
heavily for Carmelo.
Encouraged by her smil6, he
poured out his ove one evening just
before his ship was due to sail for
England to pay off. To his intense
surprise she accepted him, and he
went back on board in a state of
bewildered ecstasy. He told nobody
of his fortune except his particular
chum, Able Seamen Alf Tapp. Alf
knew all about the etiquette of get-
ting engaged, having got engaged
himself at least once a commission
since he first went to sea_ Alf advised
him about the ring, and told him
that Aunty would have to be
tackled.
However, there was a tot of the
bulldog breed about Boggs, and he
wasn't a man to be frightened out
of his new-found bliss by the hor-
rors of an interview with Aunty.
On the contrary, he decided to get
it over as soon as possible.
Normally he would have been
watch aboard the next -day, and he
told Carmelo not to expect him un-
til the day after. But the thought
the prospect of the dreaded inter-
view churning -up his stomach, was
too much. He managed to get a
substitute for duty and put in for
a turn of leave out of watch.
First of all he explored Strada
Mercanti, where Alf had told him
of a man who sold jewellery of ob-
scure history. One could get good
value for one's money, and who
could tell whether a ring was new
or second-hand? He found one with-
in his means which he flattered him-
self was striking and urnusual. Its
stones were set in the shape of a
heart- He pocketed the treasure and
made for the "Good Fariy-."
Carmelo wasn't- there. He told
himself that, of course, she wasn't
expecting hint, but she was bound
to come in soon. He decided to wait
for her. He wanted to see her and
give her the ring before he tackled
Aunty. So he sot down under the
Fairy, where he had poured out his
heart the night before, and wrapped
himself in dreams of love.
But in spite of himself the vision
of that scene to come with Aunty
insisted upon filling his thoughts
and, as he put it to Alf afterwards,
it fair gave him the jumps.
A little Dutch courage was neces-
sary. He decided agamst the usual
bottles of synthetic beer, because he
didn't want the smell of beer to
spoil the effect of the presentation
of the ring.
He would drink something sweet
and innocuous. He didn't know
much about port wine, but he knew
that both ladies and officers drank
it, so it must be all right. He or-
dered a bottle.
When he had finished it, Carmelo
still hadn't come in. He felt that
Aunty was going to be easy. But
he couldn't just sit there, right un-
der Aunty's nose, doing soothing,
specially as the bar was filling up.
So he ordered another bottle.
That was all that was really clear
about the evening.
Next morning, when his appear-
ance before the captain on a charge
of having been absent over leave
had partly cleared his misty brain,
he began to realize that he must
have fouled his yard-arm pretty
badly. He had very little notion of
where he had spent the night. He
had no notion at all of what had
happened to either Carmelo or the ring. All he knew was that he was
under stoppage of seven days' pay
and leave and the ship sailed for
England in four days.
"And there we are!" he groaned
to Alf. "Where are we?"
Under the persuasive promptings
of Alf, however, he thought he
could remember a bit more. And it
wasn't cheering.
"I section it was like this 'ere,"
he said. "That there port wine must
'a' bin doped, 'cos - only 'ad two
bottles. Before I finished the second
the place was lookin' loves-Is,. Just
like fairyland, an' full o' fairies.
Even Aunty seemed like a fairy.
"She look at me that sweet, I
reckoned that was my chance to
tackle 'er. Look like she couldn't
say no to nobody, she did."
Bloggs buried his aching head in
his hands. "It's all comic' back to
me," he went on. "I know wot I
done. I got all matey with Aunty.
She was that sweet to me I reckon
I got all mixed up.. I says all the
things to Aunty wet I'd thought of
to say to Carmelo, an' 1 give 'er the
ring!"
"Lumme l" giggled Alf.
"Laugh, would yer?" growled
Bloggs. " 'Ere am I, me leaf stop-
ped till after we sail, an' engaged
to Aunty. Can't you 'elp a chum?"
"Woteher want me to do?" laugh-
ed Alf. "Marry Aunty for you?"
"Look 'ere," suggested Bloggs.
"Couldn't you go ant see Aunty an'
explain, or put 'er off of me so she
won't want to eiarry me, or some-
think?"
'Then she won't let Casmela mar-
ry you neither — if Carmelo still
wants to," objected Alf. "There's
oils thing. You can't marry the both
of em. It ain't right. But I'll see
wet I can do."
"Aunty's dead an' gon," thought
Bloggs again. "But Carmelo , . . I
wonder if she'd understand it was
only that there doped port wine.'
Strengthened by the possibility,
he marched into the "Good Fairy,"
strode boldly up to the bar one
rapped on it with a half-crown.
There came a muffled curse from
the room behind, followed by shuf-
fling footsteps. A man in shirt-
sleeves appeared.
For the best part of a minute the
two stared at each other.
"Alf Tapp!" cried Bloggs at last.
"Wot the — are you doin' 'ere?"
It was a weary, emaciated Alf.
e spoke in a whisper.
"Steady, chum. You'll wake 'er
"Wake 'oo up?" asked Bloggs.
A piercing screech issued from
somewhere behind.
"Alf! Alf! What you do? I know.
You do nussnik. Always you do
nussink but gossip. Alf!"
. Aunty's voice! But Aunty was
dead and gone, so they said.
"Cumin', dear, cumin'," soothed
Alf. "I was only just ."
"You no business only just,"
screamed the unseen female. She
bounced in. A large, middle-aged
woman, fat and ugly. The image of
Aunty, only younger.
"Carmelo!" groaned Bloggs, star-
ing at her spell-bound, horrified.
Carmelo looked at Bloggs, and
opened her mouth to scream. Then
her fat hands shot up to her face.
"You!" she gasped. "You dare
come back after 'ow you treat me!
Alf! Put this marine out! Put 'tin
out. You 'ear me?"
She disappeared, and noisy sobs
issued from behind.
"Now, you thievin' slab o' gash"
said Bloggs, quietly. "Perhaps you'll_
tell me wot your wife's doin' wear-
in' my ring!"
Alf seemed to shrivel up. He
looked pathetically across the bar at
Bloggs.
"I done the dirty on you, shum,"
he confessed. "You never give the
ring to Aunty at all." He pointed up
at the reined hand of the Good
Fairy. "There's where I found the
ring. That there's the Aunty-Fairy
wot you proposed to!"
Bloggs stared at the Good Fairy.
A strip of gold paint, peeling from
her forehead, flapped one eye in the
breeze from the open door.
"Good Fairy no wink," he mut-
tered. "Not 'arf!"
Men, as well as women, are often-
er led by their hearts than their
understandings. The way to the
heart is through the senses; please
their eyes and ears, and the work is
half done.—Chesterfield.
"Noiseless" Plane
Made
Engine Uses Gasoline, Fuel
Oil, Castor Oil Or
Alcohol
New York.—An airplane engine
that , is nearly silent, weighs little
and opus ates indiscriminately on
gasoline, alcohol, light fuel or castor
oil, was the achievement announced
recently by William Harper, Jr.
Harper, N.E. Motor Company bead,
designed, built and flew one of his
first monoplanes in 1908, He declar-
ed his new engine, almost ready for
marketing, crania be heard mere
than 100 feet away. A radical de-
portiere, it uses its exhaust gases to
ilicr‘ase supercharges, making muf-
fling. possible without loss of power.
Thin 'also adapts It to high speed,
high altitude flying, low fuel con-
sumption, and fuel less refined than
gasoline, he said.
The new engine was developed at
Harper's Brooklyn plant. Recent tests
were made at Pratt Institute labora-
tories. Trial engines, Harper said,
have been of only 100 horsepower,
weight 100 pounds, He said this In-
dicated the full-sized engine will be
remarkably light, as the ratio of
power to weight increases with the
aloe of a motor. He believes the ex-
haustimpereharged engine will make
300 miles an hour flights "common-
place" at higher altitudes than have
so far been practicable.
Harper described the engine as a
six-cylinder, two stroke, opposed cyl-
inder type, valveless in the ordinary
sense. It utilizes its own exhaust
pressure through by-pass chambers
and under test has consumed as low
as half a pound of fuel an hour for
each brake horsepower,
CHINCHILLAS
Small Rodents Are Worth
Their Weight in Gold;
Extremely Hare
New York.—They may look like a
de luxe edition of an abbreviated
rabbit, and they are scared to death,
but they are the hit of the interna-
tional trade fair.
They are literally worth their
weight in gold—a pair of chinchill-
as, the small South American rod-
ents that carry on their backs the
most valuable fur on earth.
They are so rare in North America
that even the average fur dealer has
never seen one alive. There are a
The New Year seems to be rather
bound up with the arrival of babies,
so it seems timely to look over sense
statistics and tell parents just about
what to expect of the new arrival.
Some difference is to be expected
naturally. All babies do not develop
alike according to standardized pat-
tern, but the following figures will
corrrespond pretty closely to the
little tricks expected of the latest
corner.
2 to 3 weeks—Eyes held fixed on
stationary objects.
3 to 4 -weeks—Eyes turned back
and forth from one object to another.
4 to, 5 weeks—Eyes follow slowly a
moving object or person.
TRIES TO SIT UP
7 to 8 weeks—Baby can see at a
greater distance.
1st week—Baby uses his lips al-
most from birth.
7th week—Lips and tongue used
for exploring.
7 to 8 weeks—Head is held up or
an attempt is made to do so.
8 to 9 weeks—Back is stronger and
straighter and he can look around
when held up.
10 to 12 weeks--Some effort is
made to get body in sitting position.
20 to 24 weeks—May be sitting
alone.
FINDS HAND AND FEET
8 to 9 weeks—He touches his
hands together.
9 to 10 weeks--Voluntarily , puts
his hand to his mouth.
12 weeks — Begins to suck his
thumb.
12 weeks—Also feels objects with
Isis hands without looking.
16 to 19 weeks—Reaching and
grasping developed awkwardly.
20 to 22 weeks—Looks at objects
before putting into his mouth.
26 weeks—Picks up objects delibers
couple of hundred pairs in this coun-
try in breeding farms.
South American countries have'
laws againtt their exportation and
all the chinchillas in the United
States are descended from two pane
smuggled out of Bolivia twelve years
ago by a mining engineer.
The price tag on the two furry
guests of honor at the exposition in
Grand Central Palace this week
reads $1,000 each. The skins bring
$100 each, about $2 a square inch.
There was considerable excitement
when the chinchillas were introduc-
ed to the public. Camera flash-
lights frightened them and the pub-
lic didn't interest them. They looked
as if they wished they were back in
Bolivia. Mrs. Chinchilla tried to
bite a model when the young lady
posed with her.
It is expected that close to 100,000
people will view the animals during
the week the fair is open. The ex-
hibit is devoted to the showing of
the latest commercial developments.
When they have firmly fixed -in
the mind who and what they are
they will very often find that the
cringing, fearful attitude has been
crowded out in much the same man-
ner as light pushes back darkness.
Having gained an inner confidence
a man may still lack the force to
express it outwardly, courageously.
In similar mental moods man may
be confident in his own mind that
he can lift two hundred pounds of
sand. However, when he has actual-
ly done it he isn't afraid to tackle
any two hundred pound sack of
sand, no matter who is looking.
Then he has confirmed courageous-
confidence. But, how can he get to
do it? Easy! By practicing at every
opportunity on twenty-five pounds
of sand and then fifty and then an
hundred and then an hundred and
fifty and finally on the two hundred.
If he never toasters the two bun-
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ately, often with one hand and puts
into mouth,
8 to 9 weeks—Begins to push hard
with his feet.
12 weeks—This pushing develops
into jumping if he is supported.
14 weeks—"Rhythmic " jumping
develops or a sort of dance.
SOUNDS HAVE MEANING
1 to 8 days—Reaction to loud
rounds.
4 weeks—Attention paid to dis-
tinct sounds.
7 weeks—Child will often stop eat-
ing to listen to diverting noise.
7 weeks—He smiles in response to
a voice and nodding head.
12 to 13 weeks—Will turns to look
for a sound.
16 to 17 weeks—Experiments with
making sounds himself.
21 weeks--Laughs at quick noise
such as clapping hands.
SIGNS OF EMOTION
1 to 6 weeks—Cries and struggles
if held too closely,
12 to 16 weeks — Probably will
show some fear on seeing strangers. -
12 to 16 weeks—May cry and stif-
fen if he wants to sit up.
12 to 16 weeks—Will laugh aloud
if played with and rumpled gently.
And now comes the momentous
question. When will Baby recognize
you? The experts say that at 12
or 13 weeks there is undoubted rec-
ognition of faces. It comes sometimes
before that.
Don't worry if your baby does
not fit to a pattern. Give him time.
But it is interesting to know what
to look for.
When the New Year's baby is six
months old, by next June or July,
these are some of the thins his'
mother may expect of him. Or rather
beginning then and observing his
mental development through the rest
of the year.
PRAISES SPANKING
Wallop When Angry For Best
Effect, Author-Mother
Says In Lecture -
New York. — Sound spankings,
preferably administered in a burst
of anger, still constitute the best
form of child-training in the studied
opinion of Mrs. John S. Reilly, soc-
ially prominent author and lecturer.
Herself the mother of seven, Mrs.
Reilly asserted she had examined
the dicta of modern pychologists and
child experts and found them want-
ing.
Without liberal spanking, Mrs.
Reilly said, children grow into
"brats." "There is no age limit.
Spanking is a good idea because it
keeps children in touch with reality."
He fancies himself enlightened, be-
cause he sees the deficiencies of
others; he is ignorant because he
has never reflected on his own. —
Halves.
dyed he will come much nearer doing
so than as though he had not fol-
lowed this method.
The ,aine method will do much in
the matter of developing untried
confidence into confirmed courage-
ous-confidence. One should .begin
the developing process by doing and
saying things of which he is only a
little bit afraid. When he has ac-
customed himself to that he should
tackle with a greater appreciation
of his own ability something of
which he has always been quite
afraid and se on up the climb to
mastery whes he will easily address
himself and abilities to things and
conditions of which he was once
positively fearful.
The confident-courageous attitude,
like muscle power, develops through
use.—WinchesteePress. 58
GOOD FAIRY
•
By SHAUGH COURTENAY
For the sixth time Marine Bloggs of waiting on board all day, with
When Baby Starts to Do
Tricks And Act His Age
Interesting Schedule For New Parents Forecasts Average
Infant's Development
Life Begiiss
Life begins at 67 in_ the opinion of 31 s. James Polk Mc-
Carthy, who has been elected President of the McCarthy Real Estate
Company, of Los Angeles, Cal, at that age. She has been in the real
estate business since 1888. Mrs. McCarthy is a relative of the Presi-
dent James K. Polk.
S'MATTER POP?
BY C. M. PAYNE
(Copyright, 1933, by The Bell Syndicate, Inc.)