Show the old melodrama above the howling of the wolves the heroine s shrill voice rang over the pasteboard mountains give me those capers she screeched or I 1 shall tear out my hair do you hear roycroft rott the heavy villain displayed his white teeth and rolled another cigarette yes julia livingstone I 1 hear very distinctly be replied in measured tones but do be careful little girl you know the last time you bo ight your hair they eald they were afraid they coulden couldn t match it any more crushed to earth the poor heroine threw herself to the mercy of tl e mechanical wolfes |