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Show 199 my lessons done for the attentions of these men, but I was interested in none of them. They made poor comparison in both looks and conversation to my Bingham beau, who came to see me on week-ends and wrote to me every day, not one, nor two, but three and sometimes four letters each day. He had enrolled in the Bingham High school to finish his credits for graduation, interrupted when he left Colorado Springs to find his brother. He planned to go to college, I thought to study medicine, but that was my idea, not his, and not very realistic. Some of the college boys made tentative advances, but I was not interested in them for the same reasons. Our marriage plans were at a stalemate; there was always that difference in religious point of view, which I thought then was important, and think it is even moreso now. We didn't even speak of it anymore. Before Christmas my money ran out, but I got a job living in with a family, helping the mother for my room and board, plus two dollars and fifty cents per week. It was on "J" street, so I sometimes conserved carfare by walking to school. Since my tuition was paid for the year, I had no idea of quitting school. On November ninth my sweetheart called me on the telephone. "I was baptized today, " he said. I was both pleased and astonished at the news, but wondered if he had done it just to please me, was not sincere. I knew I wouldn't like that. "You wonder if I am really converted, " he went on, reading my mind. "Yes. My room mate is a returned missionary and he converted, me. " |
