Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-08-26
A FIDDLER WANl1 ED.
HE WAS FAMED AND AT DANCE MUSIC
 DID VERY WELL.

Fun and Frolic In a Washout on the Ore
 gon Short Linc-M Millionaires and Inmi-
 grants Attend B Dance and Experience
 Musical Surprise.
 On St. Patriek's day, 1894, five through trains, bound both to the east. ward and westward of the Oregon Short Line Of the Union Pacific, were tied up at Glenns Ferry, Ida. They had been caught between two serious washouts. one at Pocatello and the other at Indian Greek, three days before, and had to wait at Glenns Ferry for track repairs along the line before they could proceed. 6lenns Ferry is a bleak little railroad and sheep herders town of 300 or 400 Inhabitants, situate on sa2ebrush bluff overlooking the unspeakably dark and dreary Snake river.
 The five stalled trains carried 600 passengers of as miscellaneous eharac. ter as could be gotten together at carefully selected congress of types. There were emigrants and millionaires; soldiers on the move; dainty women in paiaee cars and women bound for Creede %'tNs OAAPp16 NACGA HI udt COdCu6ks ID1D- CTS who killed time during the wait in shooting magpies circling oyer the Snake river; Shoshone Indians travel. ing to the limits of their reservation: well behaved and quiet people, noisy and tumultuous people. But all were stuck alike, and they made the best of it. Lines of social demarcation were for the time erased All hands mingled easily on the little station platform and i'll the little station waiting room. The l supply of food on the dining cars gave out the first day of the hitch, and every. body was fed, and well fed, too, ill the station eating room. They sat down at the tables ill relays and patiently awaited their t1rns.
 The railroSd employees and their wives were to give dance at tho little town hall on St, Patriek's night. The switchman who had been customarily l employed to fiddle for them had been switched to another division. In a quan. dary, the dance committee toured the trains and station to ascertain if any of the stalled passengers happened to be | carrying & violin and was capable of producing music on it. Tn one of the sleeping cars they came across an artistic locking man, with very long hair, seraphic, oleaginous countenanoe and exceedingly baggy clothes. They were looking for fiddler, they said. Did he know of any on the train? We'll. he didn't know Gin outrageously bad Eng lish) he played little himself once in awhile, and had rather fair fiddle with him. The long haired man accent ed the fiddle" rather euriously. But therailroad men were oyerjoyed. Would he play for them to dance with their wives and aweethearts? Certainly! Did he know dance music? Well, some.
 All of the stalled passengers were in- vited to the dance. and they all went. A good many of them could not get in. The baggily clothed fiddler turned up i'll good time. The pianist was waiting l for him. So was the r.ilfcaa 9ance committee, one of the members If which slipped $3 in ono dollar bills into the fiddler's hand as payment ill advance for the evenings work. It was smiling ly accepted. The dance began. The fireman'a wife, who played the piano, produced an old bethumbed violin and piano tune book and turned to the Ian cers. Sho told the fiddler at the end of the first dance, that he did pretty well, only hs went too fast. Then there was walta. The fiddler was informed by his accompanies that he was getting along fiaely. and erybody in the room began to prick up his ears at the sweet. ness cf the violin music, although tha dances were common enough and tawdry enough
 Another waltz-the Beautiful Blue Danuhe " All of the dancers on the floor stopped dead at the first bar, and the travellers with cultivated musioal ears noved close to the piano. The pi. aiist ceased. She wi.hed to listen. The violin music was miraculous The play CT swnyed from side to side as he phras- ed He appeared to be oblivious of his l surroundings. lie inprovlsed variations of inspiring tenderness. He ortStrauss cd Strauss. His violin sang. tlrobbed with passion. When the last note died away, the people in the hall appeared to bo i'll a dream-all but one.
 .'M. Ysaye, said Charley Fair. the son of the late United States Senator Fair, stepping from the throng, wont you play that lively, rattling thing you gave us at the Bohemian club ill San Francisco the other night? It's been running in my head ever since.
 N. Ysave played Berlioz's "Pizzi cato" as he perhaps never played it h- fore. " Washington Star.
 
 The Du Araurier Woman.