The Lexington dispatch. [volume] (Lexington, South Carolina) 1870-1917, 1899-06-07

courage. She referred to her condition as
"her cross ard everyone thought now
brave and good she was TO bear her burden
with such fortitude. Ouc by one her girl
friends were joined to the men Of their
choice. She sent them all presents aud
received from each a piece of wedding
cake. which she cried over a little. and
didn't pat under her pillow because it
wasn't any good for her TO dream. No
man could marry her. A life of solitary
suffering was hers. Yet her sad s%iilc only
got brighter as her cross got heavier. One
day A Young man found his way into that
home looking upon this girl. ne loved
hc-. 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 a
night as the tears slipped down her face:
Then she got to saying: If II only could
be! If it only could be !" And she said
this many times day aud night. One day
she lay on the sofa and began to say, 1T
shall be-"
"I'll break this cross TO pieces or III die
trying" And then she looked around for
help. And by chance or providence there
came into her hamdS a bcok-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
matrons and mothers. She realized that it
was not common sense that she should be
born TO be crushed by her cross.
re t:la-Ax- o.,G ft,a f,tpSt1ff - h SNNIfHSs
were her ina!ieuablc rights and she wanted
the full rights of her ~womanhood. 1t was
COMMON sense she needed. She had tried
all the extraordinary and cN-
t%ravagant forrls of treatment, now She
wanted less medicine and more common
sense. 1t was thus she began TIE use of
DR.. Pierce's Eavorite Prescription. The
rest of the story sounds like a 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.'
X seemed a miracle to her friends TO see
this martyr, this patient cross bearer, get
I'D from her sofa and begin to live. 1t was
more strange when she took to golf. and
the wheel, aid tennis. with all the arGor
of one so long excluded from ont door
endowment. And strangeSt OF all that she
became the mother Of healthy, happy chill
dren. This is rot a fairy story. 1t Is not
the story of one person. 1t is the story OF
thousands Of women. It Is a composite
picture in which one can trace face behind
face, lined with suffering, ciiannclcd by
tears. 1t is a story as true rs the parable
of the Prodigsl Son. which was not the
story Of o.ie yoi:::e man but the story of the
type which repeats itself generation after
generation and is as common to Europe as
TO Asia. to Africa as 10 America. -
IS IT yovH STORY?
Your story either il whole or in part
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