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âNo, it isnâtâI, that is to sayâWell, yes it is. Sailors has got aliases, you know, sometimes. What dâye want wiâ me?â
âYou were acquainted in Bombay,â resumed Captain Wright, very quietly, as he sat down opposite to Stumps, âwith a young man named WrightâRobin Wright?â
Stumpsâs face became deadly pale.
âAh! I see you were,â resumed the captain; âand you and he had something to do, now, with bags of some sort?â
The captain was, as the reader knows, profoundly ignorant of everything connected with the bags except their existence, but he had his suspicions, and thought this a rather knowing way of inducing Stumps to commit himself. His surprise, then, may be imagined when Stumps, instead of replying, leaped up and dashed wildly out of the room, overturning the pot of beer upon Captain Rikâs legs.
Stumps shot like an arrow past the landlord, a retired pugilist, who chanced to be in the doorway. Captain Rik, recovering, darted after him, but was arrested by the landlord.
âNot quite so fast, old genâlâman! As youâve had some of your mateâs beer, youâd better pay for it.â
âLet me go!âstop him!â cried the captain, struggling.
As well might he have struggled in the grasp of Hercules. His reason asserted itself the instant the fugitive was out of sight. He silently paid for the beer, went back to the Fairy Queen to inform the captain that his man Gibson was a thiefâto which the captain replied that it was very probable, but that it was no business of hisâand then wandered sadly back to tell the Wright family how Gibson, alias Stumps, alias Shunks, had been found and lost.
That much-abused and oft-neglected meal called tea had always been a scene of great festivity and good-fellowship in the Wright family. Circumstances, uncontrollable of course, had from the beginning necessitated a dinner at one oâclock, so that they assembled round the family board at six each evening, in a hungry and happy frame of body and mind, (which late diners would envy if they understood it), with the prospect of an eveningânot bedâbefore them.
In the earlier years of the family, the meal had been, so to speak, a riotous one, for both Robin and Madge had uncontrollable spirits, with tendencies to drop spoons on the floor, and overturn jugs of milk on the table. Later on, the meal became a jolly one, and, still later, a chatty oneâespecially after uncle Rik and cousin Sam began to be frequent guests.
But never in all the experience of the family had the favourite meal been so jolly, so prolific of spoony and porcelain accidents, so chatty, and so generally riotous, as it was on a certain evening in June of the year 1870, shortly after the return home of Robin and his companions.
Besides the original Wright family, consisting of father, mother, Robin, and Madge, there were assembled uncle Rik, Sam Shipton, Mrs Langley, Letta, andânoânot Jim Slagg. The circle was unavoidably incomplete, for Jim had a mother, and Jim had said with indignant emphasis, âdid they suppose all the teas anâ dinners anâ suppers, to say nothinâ oâ breakfasts, anâ mess-mates anâ chums anâ friends, crammed and jammed into one enormous mass temptation, would indooce him to delay his return to that old lady for the smallest fraction of an hour?â No, Jim Slagg was not at the table, but the household cat was under it, and the demoralising attentions that creature received on that occasion went far to undo the careful training of previous years.
The occasion of the gathering was not simple. It was compound. First, it was in commemoration of Robinâs birthday; second, it was to celebrate the appointment of Sam Shipton to an influential position on the electrical staff of the Telegraph Construction and Maintenance Company, and Samâs engagement to Marjory Mayland; third, to celebrate the appointment of Robin Wright to a sufficiently lucrative and hopeful post under Sam; and, lastly, to enjoy the passing hour.
âLadies and gentlemen,â said uncle Rik, getting on his feet with some difficulty, when the tea, toast, muffins, eggs, and other fare had blunted the appetites, âI rise to propose the toast of the evening, and mark you, I donât mean to use any butter with this toast,â (Hear, from Sam), âunless Iâm egged on,â (Oh!), âto do itâso I charge you to charge your cups with tea, since weâre not allowed grog in this tee-total shipâthough Iâm free to confess that I go in with you there, for Iâve long since given, up the use oâ that pernicious though pleasant beverage, takinâ it always neat, now, in the form of cold water, varied occasionally with hot tea and coffee. My toast, ladies and gentlemen, is Robââ (Rik put his hand to his throat to ease off his necktie), âis Robin Wright, whom Iâve known, off anâ on, as a babby, boy, anâ man, almost ever since that nightânow twenty years ago, more or lessâwhen he was launched upon the sea in thunder, lightning, and in rain. Iâve known him, I sayâever sinceâoff anâ onâand Iâm bound to say thatââ
The captain paused. He had meant to be funny, but the occasion proved too much for him.
âBless you, Robin, my lad,â he gasped, suddenly stretching his large hand across the table and grasping that of his nephew, which was quickly extended. After shaking it with intense vigour he sat promptly down and blew his nose.
The thunders of applause which burst from Sam and Mr Wright were joined in even by the ladies, who, in the excess of their sympathy, made use of knife-handles and spoons with such manly vigour that several pieces of crockery went âby the board,â as the captain himself remarked, and the household cat became positively electrified and negatively mad,âinasmuch as it was repelled by the horrors around, and denied itself the remaining pleasure of the tea-table by flying wildly from the room.
Of course, Robin attempted a reply, but was equally unsuccessful in expressing his real sentiments, or the true state of his feelings, but uncle Rik came to the rescue by turning sharply on Sam and demandingâ
âDo you really mean to tell me, sir, that, after all your experience, you still believe in telegraphs and steamboats?â
Sam promptly asserted that he really did mean that.
âOf course,â returned the captain, âyou canât help believing in their existenceâfor facts are factsâbut are you so soft, so unphilosophical, so idiotical as to believe in their continuance? Thatâs the point, ladâtheir continuance. Are you not aware that, in course oâ time, rust they mustââ
âAnâ then theyâll buâst,â interpolated Robin.
âHee! hee! ha!â giggled Letta, who, during all this time, had been gazing with sparkling eyes and parted lips, from one speaker to another, utterly forgetful of, and therefore thoroughly enjoying, her own existence.
âYes, then theyâll buâst,â repeated Rik, with an approving nod at Robin; âyouâre right, my boy, and the sooner they do it the better, for Iâm quite sick of their flashings and crashings.â
âI rather suspect, Sam,â said Mr Wright, âthat the gentlemen with whom you dined the other day would not agree with uncle Rik.â
âWhom do you refer to, George?â asked Mrs Wright.
âHas he not yet told you of the grand âinaugural fĂȘte,â as they call it, that was given at the house of Mr Fender, chairman of the Telegraph Construction and Maintenance Company, to celebrate the opening of direct submarine telegraphic communication with India?â
âNot a word,â replied Mrs Wright, looking at Sam.
âYou never mentioned it to me,â said Madge, with a reproachful glance in the same direction.
âBecause, Madge, we have been so busy in talking about something else,â said Sam, âthat I really forgot all about it.â
âDo tell us about it now,â said Mrs Langley, who, like her daughter, had been listening in silence up to this point.
âA deal oâ rubbish was spoken, I daresay,â observed the captain, commencing to another muffin, and demanding more tea.
âA deal of something was spoken, at all events,â said Sam, âand what is more to the point, an amazing deal was done. Come, before speaking about it, let me propose a toastâSuccess to Batteries and Boilers!â
âAmen to that!â said Robin, with enthusiasm.
âIf they deserve it,â said the captain, with caution.
The toast having been drunk with all the honours, Sam began by saying that the fĂȘte was a great occasion, and included brilliant company.
âThere were present, of course,â he said, ânearly all the great electrical and engineering lights of the day, also the Prince of Wales and the Duke of Cambridge, with a lot of aristocrats, whom it is not necessary to mention in the presence of a democratic sea-dog like uncle Rik.â
âDonât yaw about to defame me, but keep to your course, Sam.â
âWell, you have no idea what an amount of interest and enthusiasm the affair created. You all know, of course, that the Indian cable, which Robin and I had a hand in laying, is now connected with the lines that pass between Suez, Alexandria, Malta, Gibraltar, Lisbon, and England; and the company assembled at Mr Penderâs house witnessed the sending of the first messages direct from London to Bombay; and how long, do you think, it took to send the first message, and receive a reply?âonly five minutes!â
âYou donât mean it, Sam!â exclaimed Rik, getting excited, in spite of his professed unbelief.
âIndeed I do,â replied Sam, warming with his subject. âI tell you the sober truth, however difficult it may be for you to believe it. You may see it in the papers of the 24th or 25th, I suppose. Here is my note-book, in which I jotted down the most interesting points.
âThe proceedings of the evening were opened by the managing director in London sending a telegram to the manager at Bombay.
ââHow are you all?â was the brief first telegram by Sir James Anderson. âAll well,â was the briefer first reply from Bombay. The question fled from London at 9:18 exactlyâI had my watch in my hand at the timeâand the answer came back at 9:23âjust five minutes. I can tell you it was hard to believe that the whole thing was not a practical joke. In fact, the message and reply were almost instantaneous, the five minutes being chiefly occupied in manipulating the instruments at either end. The second message between the same parties occupied the same time. After that Sir Bartle Frere sent a telegram to Sir Seymour Fitzgerald, the Governor of Bombay, as follows:â âSir Bartle Frere wishes health and prosperity to all old friends in Bombay.â This was received by the Companyâs superintendent at Bombay, and the acknowledgment of its receipt sent back in four minutes and fifty seconds! But the reply from the Governor, âYour old friend returns your good wishes,â did not come to us for thirty-six minutes, because the message had to be sent to the Governorâs house, and it found his Excellency in bed.
âNext, a message was sent by Lady Mayo in London to Lord Mayo at Simla, which, with the acknowledgment of it, occupied 15 minutes in transmission. Of course time was lost in some cases, because the persons telegraphed to were not on the spot at the moment. The Prince of Wales telegraphed to the Viceroy of India, âI congratulate your Excellency on England and India being now connected by a submarine cable. I feel assured this grand achievement will prove of immense benefit to the welfare of the Empire. Its success is thus matter of imperial interest,â which telegram passed out, and the acknowledgment of its receipt in India was returned to London, all within eleven minutes, but, as in the former case, the Viceroy was in bed, so that his reply was not received till forty-five minutes had elapsed. Had the Viceroy been at the Indian end of the wire, he and the Prince could have conversed at an average rate of five minutes a sentence.
âMany other messages were sent to and fro,â continued Sam, turning over the leaves of
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