Dear Sir, - I have been a reader of your bright paper for just over a year. I was introduced to it in a peculiar manner.
Six years ago, when I was 16, I was unfortunate enough to get struck on the right knee by a hockey ball. This seemingly trivial accident developed into a serious bone malady, which resulted in the amputation of my leg at a point just below the hip.
I soon got used to being one-legged, but confess that I was not at all thrilled at the prospect of going through life minus a leg.
I managed to get a job as typist in the West End, and began to settle down as best as I could.
Towards the end of the summer last year I noticed several evenings as I swung along on my crutches that I was being followed by a rather nice young man. Judge my surprise when one evening, having settled myself comfortably in the 'bus, I happened to glance up and saw him sitting opposite me.
This happened several nights until we began to smile and nod at each other, and I became very disappointed when I did not see him.
One night he became bolder, and sat beside me. He got out before I did, and I noticed lying by my side a magazine, so I picked it up and saw it to be a brightly coloured periodical called "London Life." Having still some distance to go, I ran through its pages.
Suddenly my heart gave a beat, for there on the opened page was the neat drawing of a one-legged girl! I read the story, which I must say I enjoyed very much.
The next evening I saw him at the 'bus stop. He raised his hat and smiled, and I smiled in return. Then, greatly daring, I handed him the paper. He blushed and took it from me with a great show of indifference, and thanked me profusely.
With a hand that trembled he took my crutches from me and assisted me on the 'bus and sat down beside me. We started chatting and became more and more friendly as the moments passed.
After that evening it took but a few days for friendship to ripen and fruit into love.
His people took a great fancy to me, although his mother was a trifle shocked at the idea of a one-legged daughter-in-law. But behind all this I began to have a dreadful fear that if and when we did marry, he might be repelled by the sight of my limblessness.
I am now the proud owner of a diamond ring that I wear on the third finger of my left hand, and we are busily preparing for the wedding which is to be at Xmas.
John and I wish your paper good luck, for it brought as together, and we are both eagerly looking forward to another Stort story in the near future.
Would it be possible for you at some future date to give us a reprint of "Moignon D'Or," with more up-to-date pictures by Miss Stanton?
Yours truly,
Happy One-Legged Girl.