Wendover, Utah

Dearest Donna

Glad to hear your confidence in me is still holding its own. I am not quite sure whether I deserve full credit yet or not. Maybe someday I will be able to say that I am really up to everything that I should be. I won’t promise anything that I think there will be the slightest chance of the breaking of it. I want to be honest. Therefore I won’t say that I will promise to quit smoking, until I know that I will and can. I am sure that you would rather have it that way, everything on the up & up. That goes for everything. I won’t say one thing and do another. True happiness could never be attained by that, and that is what I am after, and I honestly believe that I can acquire it with you, for you, and of you.

I hope that it was someone I know who fitted in with the song I’m falling in love with someone. I hope I know him very personally.

I asked Dad about coming to Delta, but no soap. It appears that his wife has to go to San Jose to see her son. So it looks like you won’t be able to meet him now after all. I told him all about you & all about my intentions, and he likes it and I am sure, in fact I know, that he would think you were swell. His wife is alright, but she runs hi life for him. She has done a lot of good for him, but she has gone too far. Before he married her he used to spend money very freely, too freely in fact. Now he as to ask her for 50 cents to buy anything. That can’t lead to anything but a more or less miserable life to lead. I don’t mean by that that I think he should have all the money, but he ought to be able to have some.

I failed in my letter a day to you. But I will write whenever I get the chance.

Gosh is the moon beautiful tonight. As big as a dollar and twice as bright., But that is about all the good that can be had out of it at this place. I wish I were home or someplace with you. This place is getting very tiresome.

I also wish that we could have had gone together more before, but fate hasn’t wanted it that way. Maybe what I want to do is all wrong. Maybe we should wait, but honest Donna, I don’t think so. But I want you to be sure. I don’t like this courtship by mail anymore than you must do. But for the present it is the best I can do, and I can only hope that it is capable of serving the purpose for which it is intended. As I have told you before I never proofread any letter I write. So what ever I write I mean it at the time I write it and for ever after. Until death do us part.

I’ve tried to be honest in every thing I have done. I won’t say I am infallible in my actions, but I have done very few things for which I am or could be sorry for after. It is that upon which I have based my life. I know for one thing that if and when I get my mind set upon anything that I am liable to be pretty stubborn about changing it. It is a bad fault of mine, but so far I haven’t been able to do a whole lot about it. Maybe you can change that. You have already done quite a bit of changing in my life already.

I was just remarking to another fellow who is writing a letter how much easier it is to write something than it is to say it. Maybe it don’t work that way with everyone but it does with me. I doubt if I could even read what I write and be able to convey the thought that I have. I will have to overcome that.

I hope you are able to get a satisfactory mental picture of me through my letters. As I said they are my only means of saying what I want to say.

Well Honey, hope you don’t mind, but it is getting late, midnight your time, and I am a little bit sleepy so I’ll close for now and wish you a very goodnight, pleasant dreams, love & kisses, and everything nice, and I’m still waiting for that letter containing your answer. I’m hoping.

Lots a Love

Wayne