Dear Sir, - Since writing my letter concerning myself, I have read the article by Wallace Stort on "The Fascination of the One-Legged Girl", and would like to say that I can heartily reciprocate all that had been said upon that point; for, a few years ago, before some malignant Fate had robbed me of half of the limbs I had then, I was out one evening doing a little necessary shopping that had been forgotten when I was out earlier in the day, and as I was passing a certain hotel some temperance reformers were holding a meeting in the roadway immediately in front of it.
The meeting was pretty well attended, and I noticed that two or three ladies were seated on chairs that had been brought from the houses of sympathizers near by. And among the ladies seated I noticed one young lady with a smile upon her face, with dark eyebrows and black, or very dark, lustrous eyes that seemed to fascinate me and make me want to know more of her.
She noticed my interested look, and bowed and smiled in acknowledgment. And then I noticed that she had lost her right leg at the hip joint. I was glued to the spot in astonishment, and my heart went out to her; and if pity is akin to love, I could not define which of the two it was, but most heartily believe that it must have been an assemblage of all that is sweetest and best in both; and if I had been a man I must have fallen head over heels in love with her there and then.
I was thrilled, and my whole being seemed to tingle with the great passion that possessed me. But I remembered my errand and, fearing that I had already stayed too long and that the shop would be shot up, I bowed to her and smiled, and she bowed and smiled to me.
I got to the shop just as they were in the act of shutting up. I hastened back to the meeting, hoping to renew my acquaintance with the lady who had so thrilled and interested me; but, to my intense disappointment, she was gone, and although I have used every means in my power to find out the whereabouts of the lady and renew my acquaintance, I have failed. Still the urge within me is just as strong, and I hope to find her yet.
Yours, etc.
Lill.