Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-11-23
A FIDDLER WANT ED.
aE WAS FAMED AND AT DANCE MUSIC
 DID VERY WELL.

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 On St. Patriclt's day, 1894. five through trains, bound both to tho east. ward and westward of the Oregon Short Line of the Union Pacific, were tied up 1t Glenns Ferry, Ida. They had been caught between two serious washouts. ono at Poeatello and the other at Indian Greek, threo days before, and had to wait at Glonns Ferry for track repairs along the line before they could proceed. Gienns Ferry is a bleak little railroad and sheep horders' town of 300 or 400 inhabitants, situate on a sagobrush bluff overlooking tho unspeakably dark and dreary Snake river.
 The five stalled trains carried GOO passengers of as miscellaneous a charao. ter as could bo gotten together at carefully selected congress of rypea Thore were enligrants and millionairesl soldiers on the move; dainty women in palace cars and women bound for Creede and Cripple Creek ill day coaches; min. CTS wEo kLltad time during the wait in shooting magpies eireling over the Snake river; Shoshone Indians travel ing to tho limits of their reservation. well behaved and quiet people, noisy and tunultuous people, But all were stuck alike, and they made the best of it.
 Lines Cf social demarcation were for the time erased All hands mingled easily on the little station platform and in tho little station waiting room. Ths supply Of food on the dining cars gave out the first day of the hitch, and every. body was fed, and well fed, too, in the station eeting room. They sat down at the tables in relays and patiently awaited their t7rns.
 The railroad employees and theiE wives were to give q dance at the little town hall on St. Patrick night. The swibehman who had been customarily employed to fiddle for them had been switched to another division. Ina quan diary, the dance committee toured the trains and station to ascertain if any of tho stalled passengers happened to be carrying 0 violin and was capable of producing music on it. In one of the sleeping cars they came across an artistic looking man, with very long hair, Q aeraphie, oleaginous countenance and exceedingly baggy clothes. They were looking for fiddler, they said. Did he know of any on tho train? Well, he didn't know Gin outragoously bad Eng lsh); he played little himself once in awhile, and had rather 8 fair fiddle with him. The long haired man accent. ed the '1dd1en rather euriously. But the railroad men were o4erjoyed. Would he play for them to dance with their wives and Gweethearts? Certainly Did he know dance music? Well, some.
 All of tho stalled passengers were in vited to tho danoo, and they all went. A good many of them could not get in. The haggily clothed fiddler turned up i'll good tiEle The pianist was waiting for him. So was the railroad dance committee, one of the members of which slipped $3 in one dollar bills into tha fiddler's hand as payment in advance for th9 evening B work. It was smiling ly accepted. The dance began. The ireman'a wife, who played the piano. produced an old bethumbed violin and piano tune book and turned to the Ian. cers. Sbo told the fiddler, at the end of the first danoe, that he did pretty well. only he went too fast. Then there was a waltz. The fiddler was informed by his accOmpanist that he wag getting along fiaely. and every body ill the room began to prick up his cars at the sweet. ness o8 tho violin music, although tha dances were common enough and tawdry enough.
 Another waltz-tho Beautiful Blus Danuhe. Ali of the dancers on the floor stopped dead at the first bar, and tho travellers with cultivated musical ears moved close to the piano. The pl. RIist ceased. She wished to listen Tha violin music was miraculous The play. CT swnyed from side to side as he phras. ed. He appeared to be obliyious of his surroundings. He improvlsed variations of inspiring tenderness. He out-Strausa- od Strauss. His violin sang, throbbed with passion. Whom the last note died away, the people in the hall appeared to be in dream--all but one.
 III. Ysaye, said Charley Fair. ths son of tho late United States Senator Fair, stepping from tho throng, wont you play that lively, rattling thing you gavo us at tho Bohemian club in San Francisco the other night2 It's been running in my head ever since.
 M. Ysaye played Berlioz's s'Pizzt oato'' as he perhaps never played it bo fore. Washington Star