Santa Fe new Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1898-1951, 1899-01-18

courage. She referred to her condition as
cher 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 a little, and
didn't put under her pillow because it
wasn't any good for her to dream. No
maj could marry her. A life of solitary
suffering was hers. Yet her sad smile only
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 OH
him, and dreamed the pretty dreams that
cone to pure women whose hearts God has
fashioned for happy love. But over all the
prospect was the shadow of her cross.
IT 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 it only could
be! If it only could be F." And she said
this many times day and night. One day
she lay on the sofa and began to say, 1T
shall be "
"IT HAL BE"
"I'll break this cross to pieces or I'll die
irving" And then she looked around for
help. And by chance or providence there
came into her hands a 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
matrons and mothers. She realized that 1t
! was 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 w~omanhood. 1t was
| ommon sense she needed. She had tried
all the unco .n1non, extraordinary and ex-
travagant forms of treatment, now she
wanted less medicine and more common
sense. 1t was thus she began the use of
DR.. Pierce's Favorite Prescription. The
rest of the story sounds like a fairy story.
But it is only like a-fairy story in that it
bells and with they lived happy ever
terward."
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, and
the wheel, and tennis, with all the ardor
of one so 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. It is a composite
picture in which one can trace face behind
face, lined with suffering, channeled by
tears. 1t is a 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 commo to Europe as
to Asia, to Africa as to America.
IS IT YOUR STORY?
Your story either in whole or in part
There's hope for you. There's help foi
you. DR.. 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 utmost assur'
ance in every case of female disorders.
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