Wall, Al Faizi hearn this story about the contoggler’s sufferin’s and the doin’s of the B. I. L., and I never see him so riz up about anything as he wuz with that.
Sez he—“This man who loved the child sold stuff to his father that he knew would make him liable to murder him? I cannot believe it possible that such a crime can be permitted.
“To one coming from a heathen land it seems incredible.”
“Yes,” sez I, “I’ve always said that it wuz a worse practice than any savages ever dremp of.”
Said Al Faizi—
“This is probably the one solitary instance that ever occurred where the death of a person much beloved was caused by a man for a few cents’ gain.”
“One instance!” sez I; “why, all over this broad country, day after day, and year after year, murders are brought about almost solely by this cause!”
He sithed deep and seemed to be turnin’ in his mind some possible remedy for this dretful state of things.
“Could not these men be persuaded to stop this trade that kills men in this world, and destroys their hopes of Heaven?”
“No,” sez I, “they can’t be persuaded; it has been tried by good men and good wimmen for years and years; they will keep on, driv by Selfishness and Ignorance, that span of bloody beasts!”