He  spent  the  next  day  in  the  Cooper  Union  Library,
where  he  became  interested  in  reading  about  Oliver  Gold
smith.  He  wondered  if  there  could  be  a  man  in  New
York  with  a  heart  as  warm  as  the  one  which  beat  in  the
breast  of  the  roving  Irish  poet.  He  dreamed  of  walking
the  roads  of  Europe  with  Goldsmith,  and  stopping  at
doors  and  begging  food  with  him.  It  was  a  pleasant
pastime — but  he  soon  returned  to  New  York  and  won
dered  where  he  would  sleep  that  night,  as  he  had  slept  no
place  the  night  before.
Then  he  wondered  if  all  the  Library  women  had  happy
homes,  and  where  they  all  lived,  and  evening  came  as  he
walked  into  the  street  and  into  the  arms  of  stern  reality
again.
EMMETT  TESTIFIES

HE  attended  services  that  night  at  the  Salvation  Army
Headquarters  on  the  Bowery.  Another  rover  had  told
him  that  if  he  attended  regularly  he  might  be  able  to  get
an  overcoat  and  a  suit  from  some  kind  person.  The
floater  added  that  it  is  considered  good  policy  to  testify  to
the  effect  that  one  had  found  religion  under  the  roof  of  the
local  mission.
He  walked  along  the  Bowery  while  thoughts  of  Ohio
flooded  his  mind.  A  pleasant  thrill  passed  through  his
thinly  clad  body  when  he  thought  that  a  letter  might  be
at  the  post  office  from  Effie.  A  fat  woman  stood  on  the
curbing  and  scratched  her  shoulder  in  lively  fashion.
