The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1903-01-05

, That was my name replied the lit
| tie woman, blushing. but I'm married
/ now, you know ana she handed the ser
/ geant her card She was, indeed, Annie
! Oakley, the most famous woman shot
/ this country ever produced
/ There WIS another incident that oc-
1 Cured on the third day We were tied up
! in Glenns Ferry that went stil further
/ toward showing the smallness of the
world That third day OF the tle-up hap
pened to be St Patrick's day. and the
/ railroad folks were going to have a dance
/ az their little hall on that night. During
( the afternoon rough railroad hand went
I through the trains hunting for a fiddler
! whom he had heard was aboard one Of
( tnem- Some of Us knew who the fiddler
I was, but we were not saying anything.
I A train hand found the fiddler a huge
rnaa with a big. smooth. fat, gOOd-natured
Iace, and he asked him If he wouldn't
/ play for the dance that night. Certainly
/ the Nddler would, as he announced in
rather taking foreign accent.
!" We'll, there's a FLYER in il for you
SAID the train hand, whereuPon the man
/ with the big shock OF hair smiled. and the
thing was arranged. Quite a crowd of
I the passengers who wanted to be IN on
the Iun went over TO see what would nap
I pen. Wei, nothing happened for long
time There was woman at the piano
whose ability was limited to tune accom-
paniments of the ump-ta-ta, ump-ta-ta
| variety, ana with her the fiddler played
the dance for several hours and with IN
wearied good nature.
.'Waltzes, pOlkas, lancers, all of that
Z sort or STUFF, out or an old Dog scared
dance book-that's what he played with
/ out ever cracking d smile. while some OF
4 US, sitting in the gallery of the little hall,
B were almost rolling on the floor over the
stOdgy woman seated at the piano chided
/ the fiddler for playing the dances either
[ too fast or too slow, and he took all of
the Gliding humbly, and each time prom
4 ised to try TO do better with the next
/ selection.
We'll the railroad men had to get TO
I their work nTPffV early The next morning
and 50 the dance came to an end promptly
I at midnight. And it was at midnight that
the thing happened
"NSaye-the fielder was Ysaye-gra-
/ ciOusly handed back the s. note which
the floor manager extended to him for his
| services and then, with sort of dreamy
| look in his big gray lamps, he put his
Strad under his chin and began to do
things with ii. ! may live to be very
old man, but / shall never forget the ex-
pressiOns on the faces of those railroad
men and their women folks when fsaye
began to do real Sure-enOugh things TO
that instrument of his He hadn't made
three crashing chords before every man
and woman of them stood frozen. He
went on, and the Gmp-ta-ta-playIngW O-
man. who had been playing the piano for
the dances, turned red.
They all began to ask each other.
Who is it?' 1t is only Ysaye, perform
ing a Hungarian rhapSOdie. replied one
of the passengers, and then the whispered
word went around among them, and their
trance increased. Ysaye, that look Of
dreams on MS huge, leOnlne race, prayed
on for fifteen minutes, and the way he
played-well. what's the Use2 Who could
ever describe the way that colossal Bel
gian played way out there on the north
branch of the Snake river. in the sage
brush land. for a handful of dazed sweet
hearts and a few stalled passengers To
this hour IL causes me to subside into
sort of trance myself to think or how
Ysaye played on his Strad on that strange
st. Patrick's night
Charley Fair. who met so lamentable
a death with ris wife in the automobile
accident in France awhile ago. was pas
senger on one of the stalled eastern
bound trains and he and bunch of west
bound cowboys became great pals. They
got hold of a lot of cayuses ar a ranch
, back of the Glenn's Ferry settlement, and
they gave about as realistic an imitation
OF shooting up town as yOud want TO
! lOol- a [ without you had suit of armor.
The trains going eastward got away
on the fourth day, but we on our way
west were stuck for A full week, and
even then, when we came to Indian creek:
we had TO carry all of the baggage on
footboaFd across the long trestle, and take
trains waiting for us on the other side.
That Glenns Ferry job had its discom-
forts, but it's a pleasant thing TO look
back TO, all the same.