Lewiston evening teller. [volume] (Lewiston, Idaho) 1903-1911, 1904-01-30

and wearing a fore-and-aft cap,
strolled over from her car and watched
his performance for a little while.
Then she did something that attracted
the curious gaze of the passengers who
had been watching the sergeant's
shooting. She pulled a long silver
mounted pistol from a pocket of her
coat and walked to the very verge of
/ the steep embankment overlooking the
Snake river.
She stood with her pistol a. rest, and
then one of those sagebrush magpies,
birds that have all the eccentric crazi-
ness of swallows in their way Of flying
appeared, flying in wild. swift circles
right over the middle of the river The
little woman with the gun, leaveled her
weapon upon the swiftly circling bird
for half minute, getting a line on its
movements and then she blazed away.
The magpie tumbled out of the air into
the river. The sergeant was at the lit
tie woman's side in three strides. with
his cap in his hand.
Lady" he said, there's only one
woman in America who could do a
thing like that. and her name is Miss
Annie oakley.
THAT was my name replied the lit
tie lady, blushing, but I'm married
now" and she handed the sergeant her
card. She was indeed Annie Oakley
the most famous woman shot the couH-
try ever produced.
There was another incident that oc-
CURED on the third day we were tied
up, that went still further toward
showing the smallness of the world
That third day happened to be Saint
Patrick's day, and the railroad folks
were going to have a dance that night
During the afternoon rough railroad
hand went through the trains hunting
for a fiddler, whom he had heard was
aboard one of them. Some of us knew
who the fiddler was. but we were not
saying anything. A train man found
the fiddler, a huge man with a fat
good-natured face, and he asked him
if he wouldn't play for the dance that
night. Certainly the fiddler would. as
he announced in foreign accent
Well there's a flyer in it 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 the passengers who wanted to
be in the fun went over to see what
would happen. Well. nothing happened
for a long time There was a woman
at the piano whose ability was limited
to tune accomplishments of the ump-
Ia ia variety, and with her the fiddler
played the dance for several hours and
with unwearied good nature
Waltzes poIkas Iancers, all of that
sort of stuff out of an old dogs -eared
dance book-thats what he played
without cracking a smile while some of
us were almost rolling on the floor over
the fun of the situation Several times
the woman at the piano chided the fid-
dler for playing either too fast or too
slow, and he took it all humbly. prom
Using to do better
The railroad men had to get to work
early the next morning and the dance
closed about midnight And 1t was at
midnight that the thing happened
Ysaye and His Violin
"Yasaye-the fiddler was Ysaye-
graciousIy handed back the IS note
which the floor manager extended to
him for his services and then, with a
sort of dreamy look in his big gray
lamps, he put his Strad under his chin
and began to do things with It. NAV
live to be very old man, but I shall
never forget the expressions on the
races OF those railroad men and their
women folks when Ysaye began to do
real sure enough things to that fnstru-
ment of his. He hadn't made three
crashing chords before every man and
woman stood frozen. He went on. and
the Jump ia piano, woman turned
red
Yes, all began to ask, who is ft?o
IL Is only Ysaye performing Hun
garian raphsodie, replied one of the
passengers and then whispered word
went around among them, and their
trace increased. Ysaye, that look of
dreams on his ruge. leonine face played
on for fifteen minutes. and the wav he
piayed-well, what's the use? Who
could describe way that colossal BEL
gian played way out there on the Snake
river in the sagebrush land, for
handful of dazed sweethearts and q
few stalled passengers To this hour II
causes me to subside into a sort of
trance myself to think of how Ysave
played on his Strad on that stranpe
st. Patricks night.
Charley Fair, who met so lamentable
death with his wife in the automo-
Die accident in France awhile ago. was
passenger on ne of the stalled east
pound trains, and ne and bunch of
west-bound cowboys became great nails