Dear Sir, - Wallace Stort's recent excellent story has moved me to write to you concerning my own experiences.
On a very hot day in July of last year I was lounging on the sands in a quiet bay in South Devon, still attired in my bathing costume after a dip, when suddenly my heart leapt within me; for making their way along the sands were two girls who had evidently undressed behind the rocks for a bathe.
Both girls had on scanty bathing costumes. One was fair and shingled and had a perfect complexion and a figure like Venus, except in one respect. Her left leg was slim and shapely, but all she had for a right leg was a plump, rounded stump about 5 inches long, the bare outline of which was startlingly revealed. She swung along on a single crutch with an alluringly clinging sway delightful to behold.
Her companion, dark and beautiful of face and figure, was scarcely less striking, for she, too, had only a left leg. She differed from her friend, however, in that her stump was longer and that she walked with the aid of a neat wooden peg leg.
Both girls proved quite good swimmers, despite their disability, particularly the fair girl.
Could I summon upon sufficient courage to make their acquaintance? The question was settled for me, for suddenly the fair beauty threw up her hands in obvious distress. Fortunately, I am a strong swimmer, and managed to bring her to the shore without trouble beyond losing my breath.
After that I had the best holiday I have ever had, and my joy was complete when Muriel (for that was her name) confessed her love for me. We hope to get married later this year.
In a fortnight's time Ada, who is the beautiful woodenlegged brunette I have already referred to, is herself to be married, and Muriel is to be one of the bridesmaids.
Perhaps if you think this letter interesting enough to publish I will send a description of the wedding. Ada always wears a wooden leg, which she declares to be more useful, and just as neat as a slim crutch. Often the four of us have had friendly disputes as to their respective merits. What do your readers say?
I must apologize for having made this letter so long, but the subject is very interesting to one-legged ladies and the large class of men, who find one-legged ladies so fascinating.
In conclusion, please let us have another story by Wallace Stort as soon as possible. The intervals between them are much too long. A great many of your readers would appreciate a story every month.
Yours faithfully,
Roy II