I stepped up a little nearer to her. "Is yo' sho' nuff broke?" "I most assuredly am." "Whah yo' from?" "From Cleveland." "What's de matter wid Cleveland? Cleveland all gone to--?" "It was for me, at least during part of the time I was there." "And has yo' honest nowhah er to sleep?" She put her hand in her purse and offered me a quarter. "Take that. It will buy yo' a bed." Glancing up, I saw or fancied I saw the light of dawn. "No, girl. See, the day is breaking," and as I went on to the Square, I knew that I had seen in that poor, black slave girl an expression of human kindness that could not be found in the vocabulary of the Christian, intelligent, cultured city of Cincinnati. She had offered me, the homeless, penniless, out-of-work man, a shelter. Girl, for you and your kind, and your race, in the great South, the day _is_ dawning. Fountain Square is a strip of concrete about fifty feet wide, extending for a block. In the center is a large, magnificent fountain. This Square was acquired by the city as a gift, with a perpetual proviso that it should always be a market-place. Otherwise the city would forfeit the grant. Consequently, on one side, as a retainer, is built a six by ten foot iron, pagoda-roofed structure, under which are several tiers of shelves on which, for a short time each year, flowers are placed and sold. On either side benches were placed, but when I reached the Square every available place seemed filled. The shelves in the flower stand were crowded with homeless, drooping, broken human beings. The roof was a shelter from the frost. There were one hundred men in this Cincinnati "Free Municipal Emergency Home" that night. Nor was this even free, for frequently the police of this humane city raid the Square and drive all, to the last man, to prison. Exhaustion was beating me down, and there seemed no other alternative, so with palpitating heart lest I be singled out as a hopeless inebriate, thrown into jail and then onto the stone pile, I lay down on the frost-covered stone at the feet of my homeless companions and fell into a sleep. It was only for a short time, however, for the rousing up of the men on the bench awakened me and one said to me in a hoarse whisper, "For God's sake, Jack, get up! Here comes a bull." I quickly sprang to my feet.