The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1900-10-05

courage. She referred to her condition as
"her cross" aud everyone thought how
brave and good she was 20 bear her burden
with such fortitude. One by one her girl
friends were joined 10 tile 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 Il
wasn't any good for her TO dream. No
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 a young man found his way into that
home looking upon this girl, he loved
her. And so he came often aud she grew
TO look for him, and learned TO lean on
him, and dSeamed 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.
II could never be, never be " She said
Il over and over again TO herself many
night as the tears slipped down her face;
Then she got TO saying Sc II Il only could
be If il only could be 10 And she said
this many times day and night. One day
she lay on the sofa and began to say, " It
CIT SHALL 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 II 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 Il
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 aud she wanted
the full rights Of her womanhOod IL was
common sense she needed. She had tried
all the uncommon, extraordinary and eX-
travagant forIus of treatment now she
wanted less medicine aud more common
sense II was thus she began the use Of
Dr. Pierce's Fayorite Prescription. The
rest OF the story sounds like a fairy story
But II is only like a fairy story in that It
ends amid the merry clang OF marriage
bells and with they lived happy ever
aiteTwaTd."
II seemed a miracle TO her friends to see
this martyr this patient cross bearer, get
up from her sofa and begin 10 live. II was
more strange when she took 10 golf and
the wheel, and tennis, with all the ardor
of one so long excluded from out door
endowment. And strangest of all that she
became the mother Of healthy, happy chill
dren. This is not fairy story. II is not
the story of one person. IL Is the story OF
thousands Of women. II is a composite
picture I'm which one can trace face behind
face, lined with suffering, channeled by
tears II 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 common 10 Europe as
10 Asia, to Africa as TO America.
IS IT YOUR sroRY1
Your story either in whole OF in part
There's hope for you There's help for
YOU DR. Pierce's Favorite Prescription has
cured so many cases where life was daily
burden under which the weak and weary
body staggered on 70 the grave, that Il can
be recommended with the utmost assur-
ance in every case Of female disorders.
TO READERS or THIS PAPER FREE.
We will send the Common Sense Medlca,
Adviser the life work Of Dr. r. V. Pierce, on
receipt Of twenty one l2ll one cent stamps 70
defray cost OF mailing only II you desire the
papef-covered edition. or for the same book
handsomely and permanently bound IN cloth,
send Al cents Ia stamps 10 the Worlds Dispen'
sary Medical Association, Buffalo n. Y.