El Paso daily herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1881-1901, 1898-06-18

courage. She referred to her condition as
her cross" and everyone thought how
brave and good she was to bear her burden
with such fortitude. One by one her girl
friends were joined to the men of their
choice. She sent, them all presents and
received from each a piece of wedding
cake, which she cried over little, and
didn't put under her pillow because it
man could marry her. A life of solitary
suffering was hers. Yet her sad smile only
got brighter as her cross got heavier. One
day young man found his way into that
home looking upon this girl, he loved
her. And SO he came often and she grew
to look for him, and learned to lean on
him, and dreamed the pretty dreams that
come to pure women whose hearts God has
fashioned for happy love. But over all the
prospect was the shadow of her cross.
1t could never be, never be !" She said
it over and over again to herself many
night as the tears slipped down her face:
be If it only could be !" And she said
this many times day and night. One day
she lay on the sofa and began to say, 1T
shall bel"
"I'1l break this cross to pieces or I'll die
trying" And then she looked around for
help. And by chance or providence there
came into her hands book-the book
whose title and contents are referred to
below. 1t appealed to her. Common
sense was what she needed. She realized
now that she had eyes, hands, organs,
dimensions like her girl friends, who were
not common sense that she should be
born to be crushed by her cross.
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness
were her inalienable rights and she wanted
the full rights of her womanhood- 1t was
common sense she needed. She had tried
all the uncommon, extraordinary and ex-
travagant forms of treatment, now she
wanted less medicine and more common
f1NS,c CHI h<,rr <1f
DR.. Pierce'S Favorite Prescription. The
rest of the story sounds like fairy story.
But it is only like fairy story in that it
ends amid the merry clang of marriage
bells and with they lived happy ever
afterward.n
1t seemed miracle to her friends to see
this martyr, this patient cross bearer, get
up from her sofa and begin to live. 1t was
more strange when she took to golf, and
the wheel, and tennis, with all the ardor
of one long excluded from out door
enjoyment. And strangest of all that she
became the mother of healthy, happy chill
dren. This is not a fairy story. 1t is not
the story of one person. 1t is the story of
thousands of women. 1t IS composite
picture in which one can trace face behind
face, lined with suffering, channeled by
of the Prodigal Son, which was not the
story of one young man but the story of the
type which repeats itself generation after
generation and is common to Europe as
to Asia, to Africa as to America.
IS 1T YOUR STORY?
Your story either in whole or in part
There's hope for you. There's help for
you. DIR. Pierce's Favorite Prescription has
cured so many cases where life was daily
burden under which the weak and weary
body staggered on to the grave, that it can
be recommended with the utmost assur-
ance in every case of female disorders.
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