The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1891-06-27
FOR GOOD REASONS.
Why Sarah and Ira We're Never
Married.

The story of how nearly Sarah
Hochstetler came to marry Ira Tincher
in 1871 has grown to be a part of the
history of Oregon county, Mo. Ira is
still comparatively young man, and
Sarah is still well on the sunny side of
fifty but Jim Burnes, whom she did
marry, has been under the gravel and
rocks that cover his forty-acre farm for
these ten years or more. Sarah Burnes
still lives on the farm, but in spite of
the fact that she is husbandless and vet
under fifty, she will never become the
wife of Ira Tincher, tn ough for years
these two loved and srsore devotion
that should have it's ending even be-
yond the grave, if then.
Old Jim Burnes lived near Alton, in
the center of the county, and young
Ira worked for him. Burnes was fifty
three and Tincher was twenty-five.
They had been together year, when
the young man surprised his employer
by telling him that he was soon to
marry Sarah Hochsteler, who made her
home with ''the folks" few miles
from the Howell county line, on the
West Plains road.
"Goin ter marry Sary'' exclaimed
old Burnes. "Why, Try, she's older'n
you be, an weddin's er that sort allus
turns out bad"
The old man looked severely at his
young "hand," and Ira looked at the
ground. Burnes was gray and bewhis-
kered, but his form was as straight as a
hickory sapling. His rough hands were
tucked under his trousers and he stood
with arms akimbo, eying the youth
who stood before him.
can besides," went on old Burnes,
"I've been keepin' comp'ny with Sary
m'self fer more'n two years, an she's
jist right fer er man like me. I've got
ter farm, an I'm old crnuff, an-an' ter
tell ther truth, an not shock yer nerves
too much, Try, kinder reckon she
likes me-
"What!" exclaimed the young farm
hand, you an my Sary!''
He stopped and buried his face in his
hands.
"Thar, boy" resumed old Burnes,
softly, don't fuss. Ez L said, Sary is
er year older n you, an she's on'y been
er foolin'. Sary thinks you as on'y her
boy, an she KANT hep her lookin' up
ter me, yer know. My land an"
Ira slipped away while the old man
talked. True enough, he thought to
himself, he was only boy. He put
his hand to his face. There was NO
beard there-only little punches OF
short struggling hairs around his chin
and up toward his ears. He kept walk.
ing for an hour, not thinking where he
was going-only thinking of Sary and
her pretty ways-her clean, homespun
dresses and her merry laugh. Then he
stopped.
''She said she liked me an she said
she'd marry me in ther summer, an
she never said nothin' erbout old jim.
But he's er deacon in ther church, an
he wouldn't lie erbout tan Sary, sht
never got er ligion, an so she's been
er foolin' me-"
That was Ira's way of looking at it.
He studied the whole situation over
and over that afternoon. In the even
ing he went back to the Burnes cabin
down in the valley, and after he had
asked for his money.
There's er leetle comin' 1 reckon,
he said, "an' I'm goin' down inter
Arkinsaw."
"Goin' ter quite" asked old Burnes,
carelessly. 'Well, sorry yer kaint
stay fer ther weddin', but hyars yer
money, an hope yer'll have luck"
He paid his hand in shin-plasters-
he only owed him four dollars-wages
for month-and Ira put on his hat,
and gathering up the few things he had,
walked out of the little cabin. He left
old Burnes seated in front of the rough
log fireplace, squirting tobacco juice
against the dying emb mbers, close to
which the calloused soles of his bare
feet were being toasted The old fell
low did not look up until he was sure
that Ira must be gone. Then he rose,
and putting on his cowhide boots, pre-
pared to leave the place.
''Thet war easy" he murmured.
"Now, eff he don't go over ter Sary's to
find out erbout it, | kin tell ther gal
most anything. He'll jest erbout go
thar ter say good-by ter her-yes, he'll
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go an beat him thar"
Old Burnes hastened into his best
coat, and grasping stout stick, went
out He slipped yoke over his oxen,
and in a moment was in the West Plains
road, urging the slow animals west.
ward. 1t was after eight o'clock when
he came in sight of the Hochstetler
home. The folks had not gone to bed,
for there was light visible through
the open door and through the chinks
in the cabirt wall. He stopped the oxen
and jumping nimbly from his aid trap,
stepped inside. Sarah was there and
she voiced an exclamation upon seeing
the old man.
"Why, Uncle Jim, she cried, what s
brought you over here? Try amt hurt?"
well, Sary," responded the old fell