CHAPTER XIX.

GOLF, THE DIAMOND KING, AND A STEAM-BOAT SERVICE

Thought not a golfer myself, never having taken to the game in earnest,

or played on more than, perhaps, twenty occasions in my life, I may yet,

I think, in a humble way, venture to claim inclusion amongst the pioneers

of golf in Ireland, where until the year 1881 it was unknown. In the

autumn of that year the Right Honourable Thomas Sinclair, Dr. Collier, of

"British History" fame, and Mr. G. L. Baillie, a born golfer from

Scotland, all three keen on the game, set themselves in Belfast to the

task of establishing a golf club there. They succeeded well, and soon

the Belfast Golf Club, to which is now added the prefix _Royal_, was

opened. The ground selected for the links was the _Kinnegar_ at

Holywood, and on it the first match was played on St. Stephen's Day in

1881. That was the beginning of golf in Ireland. Mr. Baillie was the

Secretary of the Club till the end of 1887, when a strong desire to

extend the boundaries of the Royal game in the land of his adoption led

him to resign the position and cast around for pastures new. Portrush

attracted him, engaged his energies, and on the 12th May, 1888, a course,

which has since grown famous, was opened there. About this time I made

his acquaintance and suggested Newcastle, the beautiful terminus of the

County Down railway, as another likely place. On a well remembered day

in December, 1888, he accompanied me there, and together we explored the

ground, and finished up with one of those excellent dinners for which the

lessee of our refreshment rooms and his capable wife (Mr. and Mrs.

Lawrence) were famous, as many a golfer I am sure, recollects. Mr.

Baillie's practised eye saw at once the splendid possibilities of

Newcastle. Like myself, he was of an enthusiastic temperament, and we

both rejoiced. I remembered the shekels that flowed to the coffers of

the Glasgow and South-Western from the Prestwick and Troon Golf Courses

on their line, and visions of enrichment for my little railway rose

before me. Very soon I induced my directors to adopt the view that the

railway company must encourage and help the project. This done the

course was clear. They were not so sanguine as I, but they had not lived

in Scotland nor seen how the Royal game flourished there and how it had

brought prosperity to many a backward place. Mr. Baillie's energy, with

the company's co-operation to back it, were bound to succeed, and on the

23rd March, 1889, with all the pomp and ceremony suitable to the occasion

(including special trains, and a fine luncheon given by the Directors of

the Company) the Golf links at Newcastle, Co. Down, were formally opened

by the late Lord Annesley. From that time onward golf in Ireland

advanced by leaps and bounds. Including Newcastle, there were then in

the whole country, only six clubs and now they number one hundred and

sixty-eight! The County Down Railway Company's splendid hotel on the

links at Newcastle, with its 140 rooms, and built at a cost of 100,000

pounds, I look upon as the crowning glory of our golfing exploration on

that winter day in 1888. To construct such a hotel, at such a cost, was

a plucky venture for a railway possessing only 80 miles of line, but the

County Down was always a plucky company, and the Right Honourable Thomas

Andrews, its Chairman, to whom its inception and completion is chiefly

due, was a bold, adventurous and successful man.

Another experience somewhat removed from ordinary railway affairs that

helped to enliven the latter part of my time on the County Down, and

added variety to the work imposed by the Railway and Canal Traffic Act

and the revision of Rates and Charges, was a project in which I became

engaged connected with the Isle of Man.

Joseph Mylchreest was a Manxman, a rough diamond but a man of sterling

worth. He left home when young and worked first as a ship's carpenter.

An adventurous spirit led him to seek his fortune in various parts of the

world--in the goldfields of California and Australia and in the silver

mines of Peru and Chili. Later on he went to South Africa, where in the

diamond mines he met with great success and made a large fortune. His

property there he disposed of to Cecil Rhodes, and it now, I am told,

forms part of the De Beers Consolidated Company's assets. In the late

eighties he returned to his native island, settled at Peel, and became a

magnate there.

One afternoon early in the year 1889 two gentlemen from the Isle of Man

called upon me at my office. They were Mr. Mylchreest (the "_Diamond

King_") and a lawyer friend whose name I forget, but I remember they

informed me they were both members of the House of Keys. Mr. Mylchreest

was anxious to do something to develop the little port of Peel, his

native town, and a steamboat service between Peel and Belfast, Bangor or

Donaghadee, seemed to him and his friends a promising project. What did

the County Down think? Would either Bangor or Donaghadee be better than

Belfast? If so, would my company join in and to what extent? We had no

power to expend money in steamboat enterprise, but I assured them we

would do all we could to help in other ways, and that Bangor was the port

to select. My directors heartily approved and other interviews followed.

Once, I had hurriedly to go over to Peel to meet Mr. Mylchreest and his

lawyer, on a certain day, as some hitch had arisen, and by this time I

was desperately keen on getting the steamboat service started. The only

way of reaching Peel in time was by a collier steamer, belonging to the

East Downshire Coal Co., which plied between Dundrum on the Co. Down

coast, and Whitehaven; the manager of the company was my friend, and

would allow the steamer to drop me at Peel. It was a memorable crossing,

the weather was _bad_ and so was I. But my journey was successful, and

soon the Peel and North of Ireland Steamship Company, Limited, in which

the "_Diamond King_" was much the largest shareholder, was established,

and on the 26th June, 1889, the first voyage was made from Peel to

Bangor. It was a great event for the quiet little town of Peel. Mr.

Mylchreest had invited all his friends to the inaugural service, in

addition a good number of the public travelled, and the steamer arrived

at Bangor with nearly 300 passengers on board. On the return voyage from

Bangor to Peel the same evening the "_Diamond King_" gave a great dinner,

champagne and speeches freely flowed, and music and dancing enlivened the

proceedings. The service prospered for a time, but the traffic did not

reach expectations. Ultimately it was taken over by the Isle of Man

Steampacket Coy., and after a few years discontinued.

Little more remains to be told of my five and a-half years' sojourn in

the north of Ireland. They were pleasant and profitable years for mind

and body. With health improved, experience gained in _practical_ railway

work, knowledge acquired by personal contact with men of all sorts and

conditions, I felt strong and confident, ready for anything, and, like

Micawber, longed for something to turn up.

Early in October, 1890, Walter Bailey and I took our second Continental

holiday together. We re-visited Paris, but spent most of our three weeks

in a tour through Belgium, finishing up at Brussels. When we reached

London I received a letter from my friend, W. R. Gill, Secretary of

Bailey's railway, the Belfast and Northern Counties. It was to tell me

that the position of Manager of the Midland Great Western Railway of

Ireland had become vacant, and suggested that I should return home by way

of Dublin and call upon the chairman of the company, Sir Ralph Cusack, in

regard to the succession. Now something _had_ turned up, and Bailey

declared I was as good as appointed. At dinner that night we indulged in

a bottle of sparkling wine--in nothing meaner would my warm-hearted

friend drink success to the prospect that had so unexpectedly opened

before me.

The Midland Great Western was the third largest railway in Ireland, nor,

in the matter of length of line, was there very much between the three.

The Great Southern and Western consisted of 522 miles, the Great Northern

487, and the Midland Great Western 432, nearly seven times as long as the

County Down. No wonder I felt elated.

How it all came about was in this way. Skipworth, the London and North-

Western Manager in Ireland, was on very friendly terms with Sir Ralph

Cusack, and Sir Ralph had a high opinion of his judgment. He consulted

Skipworth about a manager and asked if he knew any railway man in

Ireland, not too old, who would do. Said Skipworth, "Tatlow of the

County Down. He has shown up remarkably well at the Clearing House over

this terrible Railway and Canal Traffic Act, and seems to know all about

it." And so I was appointed, and thus it was that the bit of work in

Glasgow, of which I have spoken more than once, brought me this

substantial promotion. My friend Gill not long before had left the

service of the Midland Great Western, where he was Assistant Secretary,

to become Secretary of the Belfast and Northern Counties Railway, and

when Sir Ralph wrote to him about me he valiantly backed up Skipworth's

fine recommendation. Skipworth was himself for several years manager of

the Midland Great Western. He gave up the post when he joined the London

and North-Western as their Irish Manager. It is good for a man to have

friends, and I have been fortunate throughout my life in possessing many.

In December, 1890, I left the County Down to enter upon my duties as

manager of the Midland Great Western. The County Down Directors, at

their Board meeting on the 16th of that month, passed a minute recording

their "high appreciation of the ability with which he" (my humble self)

"has discharged his duties as general manager," adding that "his uniform

courtesy, tact and judgment, added to his strict sense of honour, secured

him the confidence of the Board." Need I say that I was proud of this

testimonial, and as pleased as proud, because it went on to wish me

success in my new duties, where I would "have a wider field for the

exercise of my talents," and begged my "acceptance of a cheque as a mark

of regard." This was better than the _walking stick_ with which a

certain railway officer, who was not too popular with his staff, was, it

is said, presented by them, when he left for a bigger post on another

line.

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