Dear Sir, - thank you very much for publishing readers' letters and stories by Wallace Stort on the fascination of the one-legged girl. The letters are most interesting, and W. Stort's articles are par excellence. I hope you will continue to include more of these items from time to time.
Most of your interested lady readers want particulars of other limbless girls, so I will proceed to tell you something of my mistress and myself.
When I was twelve years old I was knocked down one day by a car, and my right leg was so severely damaged as to necessitate its amputation at about three inches from the hip-joint. Of course, my parents were very distressed by this apparent blighting of my life, but I soon recovered from the effects of the operation and shock, and, always being of a cheerful and optimistic disposition, I began to settle down to hopping from place to place, or using a light crutch, and in about six months later I had become quite used to my new condition. I had then archieved much success as regards a perfect balance and a certain daintiness of movement that I took a keen delight in showing on my abilities and dexterity on one leg to all and sundry.
Well, time went on until, at the age of eighteen, I was a very good specimen of a charming one-legged girl.
Then a friend of mine wrote to me, saying that she knew a lady who wanted a maid, but the applicant must be a girl who had lost a leg but, despite her handicap, must still be graceful and pretty. My friend also hinted that I should apply for the situation. I gave the matter careful consideration, and decided to try my luck.
I put on my shortest silk frock, which ended an inch or more above my knee, a silver-gray silk stocking, a beautiful patent one-bar shoe with 3 1/2 Louis heel, and a blue coat and hat. Then, taking my slender black crutch, I set off to interview the lady at the address given in the letter.
I was wondering all the way why anyone should want a onelegged maid; and when I reached the house, which was a considerable distance from my home, I had not found a reasonable answer. My ring was answered by a pretty girl of about twenty year's, and she asked me inside, as her mistress was at home. After waiting for a few minutes I was ushered into a richly furnished room, where an exceedingly beautiful young lady (I found out later that she was 26) sat in a chair.
I was taking in her beautiful face and figure, when I received a shock which made me gasp; for below her scanty frock only one pretty leg was shown, and her tight silk dress sagged loosely below her left hip, showing only too plainly that her left leg was almost entirely absent, a small stump being all that she possessed.
We introduced ourselves, and I held out my hand and was again to receive a shock when she smilingly said:
"I - er - I'm afraid I can't shake hands in the - er - conventional manner. You see, I have no right hand. Please accept my left hand, my dear."
This I did in a half-dreamy manner, while I noted that her right arm was completely absent. In fact, on closer inspection I discovered that her frock, a pale pink creation in lovely silk, had no right sleeve at all, the right side being completely sewn up all the way.
We seemed to take to each other immediately, and she engaged me at once; and before the evening came we were more like chums than mistress and maid.
I have learned since that she was born with only one arm, and her leg has been amputated when she was a girl, owing to a fall from a bicycle, which cut a piece out of her knee. This afterwards turned septic, and an amputation was performed which left her a neat little round stump.
She has a fair amount of money and has a good house, and her wardrobe is exquisite. Her pet fascinations are pretty undies and high heels. Her shoes are all fashioned with heels of from 3in. to 6in. in height, all of which she has made specially for her; a queer kink which she has is responsible for the fact that her camis have only one leg, and all her dresses and coats have only one sleeve.
My chief duties are to assist her to dress and to wait on her meals. While in the house I usually hop around, except when waiting at table, when I use a single crutch with great skill.
My mistress has a charming gift of balance, and can hop around or stand still, daintily poised on her single leg with effortless ease while wearing a shoe with a 6in. SpanishLouis heel. This is a feat which affords her great pleasure and causes me to express my feelings of delight and appreciation.
We have had many glorious adventures together (for I accompany her everywhere), and I can assure you that there is a wonderful understanding between us, such as can be only between two persons who confide in each other and revel in the same sensations. I am afraid, if you think this worth printing, it will take a lot of your valuable space; but I thought it would interest your readers and give them room for criticism as regards the life of a one-legged girl.
I can honestly say that since my association with this charming young lady I have never regretted my loss of a wellshaped leg. I am shortly to marry a splendid young man.
Wishing your journal all the success it so richly deserves, and expressing my hopes of seeing more of Wallace Stort's work and reader letters shortly,
Yours sincerely,
Mono High-Heeler.