The weekly Iberian. (New Iberia, La.) 1894-1946, 1900-02-10

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 little, and
didn't put 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 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.
at 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 1t only couid
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
GIT SHALL BE
"I,ll break this cross to pieces or I'll die
irving And then she looked around for
help. And by chance OF 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
rnatrous and mothers. She realized that Ii
was not common sense that she should be
born to be crushed by her cross.
Life. liberty and the pursuit of happiness
were her inalienabIe rights and she wanted
r.-tY< IS 1te- manhood If WAS
common sense she needed. She had tried
All the uncommon extraordinary and ex-
travapant forms of treatment, now she
wanted less medicine and more common
| sense II was thus she began the use of
DR.. Pierce's Favorite Prescription. The
rest of the story sounds like fairy story
| But it is only like fairy story III that Il
ends amid the merry clang OF marriage
| bells and with they lived happy evel
| afterward.9
| Ii seemed miracle to her friends to ses
| this MARTYR this patient cross bearer ge
| up from her sofa and begin to live. 1t was
| more strange when she took TO goif, alis
| the wheel, and tennis, with all the ardo
| of one so long excluded from out GOO
| endowment. And strangest of all that sh'
| became the mother of healthy, happy chill
/ dren. This is not fairy story. 1t is no
| the story of one person. It is the story O
/ thousands of women. It IS coriposit
picture in which one can trace face behin'
| face, lined with suffering, channeled ..
tears. IT is story as true as the paraDl
Of the Prodigal Son. which was not tn
| story Of one young man but the story OF tn
| type which repeats itself generation ate
| generation and is as common to Europe a
! 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 TO
| YOU. Dr. Pierce's Favorite PRESCRIPTION IA
cured SO many cases where life was dali
burden under which the weak and wear
body staggered on to the grave, that 1t ca
be recommended with the utmost assu'
ance in every case of female disorders.
TO READERS OF THIS PAPER FREE.
We will send the Common Sense Medic'
4 Adviser the life work of DR.. r. v. Pierce, 9
| receipt Of twenty one (zI) one cent stamps
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