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Beulah Binford and Madeline
Force.
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by the hand, and to lead it, lovingly, into a
higher and bettor life. Had she been the
daughter of some Chinaman, some Jap, or
some Hindoo, the ever-present American mis
sionary might have taken her case in hand.
She might have been given home and main
tenance and moral teaching in some kinder
garten, some orphanage, some boarding school
that we Americans are supporting for the
benefit of the heathen. Had she been a Hin
doo girl, or an African waif, our missionaries
might have bought her from her unnatural
mother, as they bought “Dear Little Dora”
some months ago. (The Christian Herald, of
Brooklyn, N. Y., assures us that the mission
aries have been buying up negro orphans “all
over Africa.”)
Poor Beulah Binford! She wasn’t a nig
ger, in Africa.
It was her misfortune to be born in Rich
mond, Virginia. Many a time, she may have
met, on the streets, one of the members of
our Foreign Mission Board. Possibly, she has
seen the great. Doctor Smith. She may have
gazed upon the countenance of Doctor R. J.
Willingham. She may be familiar with the
offices of our “Board”—the body which an
nually swipes $31,000 of the collections taken
up for the heathen.
But our Baptist “Board” has no money for
the Beulah Binfords. Our Baptist “Board”
has no eyes and no heart for the wretched,
and the friendless, here at home.
Our Baptist “Board” has bowels of compas
sion for the foreigners only. If a nigger, in
Africa, has a decayed tooth, our Baptist
Board must employ a dentist to clean out
that rotten fang, and fill the cavity with gold
leaf, at your expense.
