. The wastrel hoard; a drama of the greater love. be lucky if the structure they erect on otherpeoples misfortunes doesnt tumble upon their own heads. BuLLABD. But you neednt risk the welfare of yourfamily. Children are young but once. [The chime clock in the library is heard strikingseven times.] Russell. Yes—and a man is young but once. Thebest Time lets him keep is his good name. If he gives hischildren that [The smaller clocJe strikes seven times.] BULLARD. To have done nothing for children but tobring them into the world is to have done nothing indeed!To a man the privilege of guiding his
. The wastrel hoard; a drama of the greater love. be lucky if the structure they erect on otherpeoples misfortunes doesnt tumble upon their own heads. BuLLABD. But you neednt risk the welfare of yourfamily. Children are young but once. [The chime clock in the library is heard strikingseven times.] Russell. Yes—and a man is young but once. Thebest Time lets him keep is his good name. If he gives hischildren that [The smaller clocJe strikes seven times.] BULLARD. To have done nothing for children but tobring them into the world is to have done nothing indeed!To a man the privilege of guiding his children is the breathof life. That should be every grown mans worry. Russell. Ive done it. BULLAED. But the instinct quickens and grows fromthe first doll to the last grandchild. [The larger clock, in a room above, strikes seventimes.]Russell. I know my duty. 66 THE WASTREL HOARD. [The orchestra commences to play The Serenade,by Franz Drdla, the violins predominating withmuted strings. The music continues until afterthe fall of the curtain.]. THE WASTREL HOARD. 67 BuLLARD. Ill let Mrs. Turner judge. When I tell herabout the other—singing girl ! EUSSELL. If any man brings sorrow into the life of thewoman who has been my wife, by God, Ill kill him. Andnow, Im through. [The very loud chime, of the hall clock on the floorbelow, is heard to strike seven times.\ BuLLABD. Ive urged you to give up the other that, thanks to yon, Im on the inside with theMorses now. I notice you are not wearing your locket! [Mrs. Morse, Senator Morse, Flint, Mrs. Havor-BBE, Alice, and Victoe come into the banquetroom and Mary keeps ahead of them.] Russell. The race of men who spy upon the weaknessof their neighbors in order to get in upon them and toprofit by their knowledge are the nearest thing to rats thatGod allows to exist in human form. BuLLAED. [Pats Russell on the shoulder.] Youllmeet many human rats, my boy, as you get older. Itll beall right. Come, were attracting attention
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