Dear Sir, - It was in 1935 that I met a pretty and charming girl, keen on dancing and all kinds of sport, in which she excelled. We then lost touch, and I often wondered, whether I should ever see her again.
At Christmas 1937 a friend invited me to spend the time with him and their wife at their house in west Country, and I was to motor down, and they lived some distance from the station, asked if I would meet a certain train and give another guest a lift. My friend did not mention the name, but said that I was to look out for a slight-built girl with fair hair and wearing a blue costume, and that she would be waiting in the tearoom at the station. I arrived in due course, and sitting in the tearoom was my friend of two years ago.
We recognised one another at once - and then I had the thrill of my life, for as she rose she picked up a pair of crutches, tucked them under her armpits and swung along on a single leg, as her right one was missing. She was prettier than when I had last seen her, and her high-heeled single shoe lent her an enchantment it is difficult to describe.
AS we walked to the car she turned to me with a smile and said: "You hardly expected me to be a cripple, did you?"
I assured her I was charmed to give her the hospitality of a lift, and we then fell to talking of what had happened to her and I found she had had her leg amputated at the hip after a serious accident, and had been on crutches about a year. She could not wear a false leg, but this did not worry her in the least, as she much preferred to use a pair of slender crutches; and, furthermore, she told me she had got so accustomed to using them and to having only one leg, that she really got to like the feel of them and had come to regard her lost leg as in many ways an asset, as people were so good and kind to her. In short, she much preferred to be one-legged.
We got along famously together, and it thrilled me tremendously to take her for walks. I was very fond of dancing, but I made a point of sitting out with her, as, of course, dancing was quite out of question for her, though before she had her leg off she was a keen and good dancer. And that is how I came to have a one-legged wife.
A few days ago we were sitting over the fire, and on the fender my wife rested her one foot clad in a black patent leather shoe with a 5 inch heel, which she often wears indoors and it looked very entrancing in the firelight. We were saying that had she not been one-legged, we should probably never have married. We are ever so happy, and it is difficult to say whether I love her one-legged state more than she does. Certainly I adore her in her crippled condition, and never cease to admire her very high heeled single shoe and her one and only leg, and neither of us have regrets that it has no companion.
Yours truly,
Husband Of Crippled Girl