went on dreamily.
"She wouldn' nuver 'a' let 'em--done 'im--dat-a-way! Would she, Miss
No'th?"

"No!" she answered, her voice startling him out of his dream, while
the color deepened painfully in her cheeks. "Remember always,
Ezekiel, she _wouldn't_ have let them! And remember"--her voice
softened--"she's your friend, because--she's of the best!" Miss
North's eyes wandered dreamily now, and she seemed to have forgotten
her audience. "Remember, there are always the others, too--the
coarse and the brutal, who are only _glad of an excuse_--and they
can stamp their whole people--very coarsely. But remember, Ezekiel,"
her eyes gazed fixedly ahead, "it isn't the fault of the best ones;
it's the fault of the worst--who always snatch at an excuse--and
who will--just as long as they're allowed."

Her eyes fell on Ezekiel again, who was looking at her in wide
perplexity.

"What is it, Ezekiel?" she smiled. "Oh, yes, I was just saying--about
Mrs. Simons--she was always _very_ good to you, wasn't she, Ezekiel?"

"Yas'm, Mis' Simons cert'nly wuz good ter me." Again it was Ezekiel's
eyes that dreamed with languid, velvety moistness.

"Remember--that she's--one of the best, Ezekiel!"

"Yas'm," came the gentle response; "couldn' be nobuddy no better'n--Mis'
Simons!"

PROHIBITION AND SOCIAL PSYCHOLOGY

BY HUGO MUeNSTERBERG

If a German stands up to talk about prohibition, he might just as well
sit down at once, for every one in America, of course, knows
beforehand what he is going to say. Worse, every one knows also
exactly why he is so anxious to say it: how can he help being on the
wrong side of this question? And especially if he has been a student
in Germany, he will have brought the drinking habit along with him
from the Fatherland, together with his cigar smoking and card playing
and duelling. If a poor man relies on his five quarts of heavy Munich
beer a day, how can he ever feel happy if he is threatened with no
license in his town and with no beer in his stein? Yet my case seems
slightly different. I never in my life played cards, I never fought a
duel, and when the other day in a large women's college, after an
address and a reception, the lady president wanted to comfort me and
suggested that I go into the next room and smoke a cigar, I told her
frankly that I could do it if it were the rule in her college, but
that it would be my first cigar. With beer it is different: Last
winter in traveling I was for