A rare set of pictures taken by this color process which had not been given to the public was courteously shown to the writer in the private theater of the company. These, which are called “From Bud to Blossom,” show a stream of pictures in such rapid succession that they simulate the trick of the Eastern magician who makes flowers grow into being before the eyes of the spectator. The pictures are taken in intervals of about three minutes by an automatic arrangement which continues the work for a period required for the flower to blossom, which is usually about three days. The speed of the growth, as seen by the spectator, is thus magnified about from six thousand to nine thousand times the actual growth of the flowers. So faithfully has the camera performed its task that even the loosening of the petals can be counted one by one, and in one picture, where two buds of a poppy are shown, the growth of one is far enough ahead of the other to show its shattered petals wither and drop while the companion is left in its magnificence. In another picture the water in the glass is seen to evaporate to one fourth its quantity before the flowers have fully blossomed. As a fitting climax, to excel in gorgeousness the pictures of the flowers, there were retained until the last a series of pictures of a battle “unto death” in an aquarium between water-beetles and a magnificently marked snake. It almost passes the imagination to see the distinct preservation of the many and varied colors of the snake as it writhes and twists among the rocks on the bottom in its endeavor to loose the hold of the beetles. The thought is delayed too long, for soon after the bottom is reached one of the beetles finishes his well-planned attack, and the neck of the snake is shown where these vigorous little insects of the water have chewed it half-way through. Vanquished, the snake gives up the battle as its lifeless form is stretched on the rocks at the bottom. [Illustration] THE YOUNG HEART IN AGE BY EDITH M. THOMAS Let fall the ashen veil On locks of ebon sheen; And let Time’s furrowing tale On once-smooth brows be seen. And let my eyes forego Their once-keen shaft of sight; Let hands and feet not know Their former skill or might. Take all of outward grace, Ye Aging Powers--but hold! Touch not the inner place, Let not my heart be old! Then, Youth, to me repair; And be my soothéd guest; All things with you I share Save one,--that wild unrest! [Illustration] HER OWN LIFE BY ALLAN UPDEGRAFF She paid the landlady five dollars from a plump little purse of gold mesh. “And I’m expecting a--a gentleman to see me within the next half-hour,” she said. “Certainly, ma’am; I’ll show him right into the drawring-room and call you. I hope you’ll like the surroundings, ma’am; I have nobody in my house but the most refined--” “Oh, I’m sure I shall. Good day.”