The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-03-13

was hers. Yet her sad smile only got
brighter as her cross got heavier. One
day a 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.
ut could never be, never ber' She said
it over and over again to herself many
night as the tears slipped down her face.
Then she got to saying: IF it only could
be- If it only could ber' And she said
this many times day and night. One day
she lay on the sofa and began to say, "It
shall beI'
1T SHALL BEH'
"IIl 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
10 below. 1t appealed to her. Common
sense was what she needed She realized
now that she had eyes, hands, organs, di-
mansions like her girl friends, who were
matrons and mothers. She realized that
it was not common sense that she should
be born to be crushed by her cross.
Life, liberty and the pursuit of happi-
ness 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 extravagant forms of treatment, now
she wanted less medicine and more com
mon sense. It was thus she began the use
Of DIR. Pierce's Favorite Prescription. The
rest OF the story sounds like fairy story.
But it is only like a fairy story in that it
ends amid the merry clang of marriage
bells and with they lived happy ever
afterward"
1t seemed a 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, ami
the wheel and tennis, with all the ardor
of one so long excluded from out door en-
joyment. And strangest of all that she
became the mother of healthy, happy chill
dren This is not fairy story 1t is not
the story OF one person. 1t is the story
of thousands of women. 1t is a composite
picture in which one can trace face be-
hind face, lined with suffering, channeled
by tears. 1t is story as true as the
parable 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 as com
mon 10 Europe as TO ASA, TO Africa as
to America.
IS IT YOUR STORY?
Your story either In whole or in parf9
There's hope for you. There's help for
you. DIR. Pierce's Favorite Prescription
has cured so many cases where life was
a daily burden under which the weak and
weary body staggered on to the grave,
that it can be recommended with the ut
most assurance in every case of female
disorders. DIR. Pierces treatment is based
on practical common sense. There is no
need of personal interviews, of local treat
ments, of offensive examinations. The
Doctors wide experience in a practice of
thirty years as chief consulting physician
TO the Invalid's Hotel and Surgical Insti-
tute of Buffalo, n. Y, the successful
treatment of more than a quarter of a
million of cases, has given him ample op-
portunity TO observe every form of female
disorder with all the varying symptoms
attending such diseases. This extended
practice and experience has put him far
in advance of all other specialists In
female diseases There are no compli-
cations of disorders that can evade his
keen diagnosis, no singular1ty of symp-
tom that can battle his keen ANALYSIS
This is not remarkable Ii is the natural
result of special study, special facilities
and special gifts. The natural result of
years spent in the treatment of one class