Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-02-19
A FIDDLER WANTED.
HE WAS FAMED AND AT DANCE MUSIC
 DID VERY WELL.

run and Ffeiie In a Washout on the ore-
 gon Short Line-M Mildonaires and Tmni-
 grants Attend a Dance and Experience
 Musical Surprise.
 On St. Patick'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 Poeatello and the other at Indian Greek, three days before, and had to wait at Glenns Ferry fer track repairs along tho line before they could proceed. Glenns Ferry is bleak little railroad and sheep herders' town of 800 or 400 Inhabitants, situate on a saeebrush bluff overlooking the unspeakably dark and dreary Snake river.
 The five stalled trains carried 600 passengers of as miscellaneous q eharae, ter as could bo gotten together at 8 carefully selected congress of types. There were emigrants and millionaires; soldiers on the move; dainty women in palace cars and women bound for Creede and Cripple Creek in day coaches; min- CTS who killed time during the wait in shooting magpies ciroling over the Snake river; Shoshone Indians travel ing to the limits of their reservation; we'll 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 in the little station waiting room. The supply of food on tine dining cars gaye out the first day of the hitch, and every. body was fed, and well fed, too, i'll the station eating room. They sat down at the tables in relays and patiently awaited their turns.
 The railroad employees and their wives wero to eiyo q dance at the little town hall oil St. Patriek's night. The switehman who had been customarily employed to fiddle for them had been switched to anather division. In a uuar diary, 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. In ono of the sleeping cars they cane across ali artistic looking man, with very long hair, a seraphio, oleaginous eountenanee and exceedingly baggy clothes. They were looking for b fiddler, they said Did he know of any on the train? We'll. he didn't know Gin outragaously bad Eng lish); he played q little himself once in awhile, and had rather a fair fiddle with him. Tho long haired man accent cd the fiddle" rather curiously. But the railroad men were oyerjoyed. Would he play for them to dance with their wives and sweethearts? Gertainlyl Did he know dance music? Well, some.
 All of the stalled passengers were in- yited to the dance, and they all went. A good many of them could not get in. The baggily clothed fiddler turned up in good time. The pianist was waiting for him. So was the railroad dance committee, ono of the members of which slipped $3 in ono dollar bills into the fddler's hand as payment in advance for tha evenings work. It was smiling ly accepted The dance began. The flreman's wife, who played the piano, produced an old bethumbed violin and piano tune book and turned to the Ian eers. She told the fiddler, at the end of the first dance, that he cid pretty well, only ho went too fast. Then there was a waltz. The fiddler was informed by his accompanist that he was getting along finely, and everybody iii tho room began to prick up his ears at the sweet ness of tho violin music, although the dances were common enough and taWdry enough.
 Another waltz-the Beautiful Blue Danube. ' All of the dancers on the floor stopped dead at tho first bar, and tho travellers with cultivated musical ears moved close to the piano The pi. anist ceased. She wished to listen. The violin music was miraculous. The play CT svayed f~o1a side 10 side as he phras- ed. He appeared to be obliyious of his surroundings. He improvlsed variations of inspiring tenderness. He out-Strauss- cd Strauss. His violin sang, throbbed with passion When tho last note died away, the people in the hall srspeared to be in a dream--al but one.
 M. Ysaye, said Charley Fair. the son of the late United States Senator Fair, stopping from the throng. "won [ you play that lively, rattling thing you gave us at the Bohemian club in San Francisco the other night? It's been running in my head ever since. "
 NJ Ysaye played Berlioz's "Pizzi oato' as he perhaps never played 1t i'' fore. W Washington Star.
 
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