The melodrama shows us how the young millionaire wastes his nights in a dissipated life, and when he drinks his blasphemous toast at a champagne feast with shameless women, we suddenly see on the screen the vision of twenty years later when the bartender of a most miserable saloon pushes the penniless tramp out into the gutter.

The last act in the theater may bring us to such an ending, but there it can come only in the regular succession of events.

That pitiful ending cannot be shown to us when life is still blooming and when a twenty years' downward course is still to be interpreted.

There only our own imagination can anticipate how the mill of life may grind.

In the photoplay our imagination is projected on the screen.