Semi=weekly graphic., 1897-04-14
"A FIDDLER WANTED.
HE WAS FAMED AND AT DANCE MUSIC
 DID VERY WELL.

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 3 Musital Surprise.
 On St. Patrick'a 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. Glenns Ferry is bleak little railroad and sheep herders' town of 300 or 400 inhabitants, situate on a sagebrush bluff overlooking the unspeakably dark and dreary Snake river.
 The five stalled trains carried 600 passengers of as miscellaneous q charac- ter as could be gotten together at a 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 eireling over 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 in the little station waiting room. The 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 eating room. They sat down at the tables ill relays and patiently awaited their k7rns
 The railroad employees and their wives were to give dance at the little town hall on St. Patriek's night The switehman who had been customarily employed to fiddle for them had been switched to another division. In quan. dary, the dance committee toured the trains and station to ascertain if any of tho stalled passengers happened to be carrying a violin and was capable of producing music on it. h one of the sleeping cars they came across an artistic looking man, with very long hair, a seraphio, oleaginous eountenanee and exceedingly baggy clothes. They were looking for a fiddler, they said. Did he know of any on the train? Well, he didn't know Gin outrageously bad Eng lish) he played little himself once in awhile, and had rather a fair fiddle with him. The long haired man accent ed the fiddle" rather curiously. But the railroad men were overjoyed. 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- yited to the dance, and they all went. A good many of them could not get in. The baggiIy clothed fiddler turned up in good time. The pianist was waiting for him. So was the railroad dance committee, one of the members of which slipped $9 in one dollar bills into the fddler's hand as payment in advance for the evenings work. It was smiling ly accepted. The dance began. The freman's wife, who played the piano, produced an old bethrmbed violin and piano tune book and turned to the Ian, cers. Sbn told the fiddler, at the end of ibe first dance, that he did pretty well, only hs went too fast. Then there was waltf. The fiddler was informed by his accompanies that he was getting along haely, and everybody i'll the room began 10 prick up his ears at the sweet. ness cf tho violin music, although the dancer were common enough and tawdry enough
 Another waltz-the Beautiful Blus Danube. 7" All of the dancers on the floor stopped dead at the first bar, and the travellers with cultivated musical ears moved close to the piano. The pi. alist ceased She wished to listen Tine violin music was miraculous. The play CT swayed from side to side as he phras- ed He appeared to be oblivious of his surroundings. He improylsed variations of inspiring tenderness. He cut Strauss ed Strauss. His violin sang, throbbed with passion. When the last note died away, the people in the hall appeared to be in 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 in San Francisco the other night2 It's been running in my head ever since. "
 M. Ysaye played Berlioz's 'Pizzi. cato" as he perhaps never played it b.. fore. Washington Star.
 The Du Maurier Woman.