The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1916-1920, 1918-12-01
'W aif-o -the-Sea," by Cyrus Townsend Brady

will tell il will not be wholly denied: ale
centred his gaze upon the task, scarcely
daring to look at her till it was COM
pleted. Finally he heaved a
long sigh compounded of relief and regret
and declared that he could do no more.
And for that, in spite of his nervousness,
he was very sorry" Even good blood is
thicker than water. Warmer too, one re-
grets, as Mr.. Pecksniff would, to say.
Next she came on deck "dressed like
any and every other sailor lad.
Yet the loose, flowing white trousers, the
short blue jacket, the laced cap covering
her short curls, the flowing tie, her coquet-
fish air spoke woman, nay, cried it aloud.
The mate wondered how he could have
been so blind. And now many things that
had puzzled him were plain
Probably they were obscured by the
time she came on deck to kiss him in the
starlight, for she was now clothed in
dress proper to her sex, which she had
carefully preserved in her chest, for what
emergency she had not known Yet with
all the very nice feeling that put her into
petticOats for the enterprise her blood
was not quite good. 1t was she who did
the kissing and led up to it as follows:
Its not that like you less, Miss
now that you are woman, but things are
so different
why are theyF she asked, coming
very near him.
Because I-you-oh, don't tempt me-
he pleaded desperately, trying TO turn his
head away-although this was no longer
required of good blood since her change of
dress-or 10 withdraw from her, an i'm
possible task because she had caught him
between the forward and after wheels of
the steering gear
Tempt You to whatg she asked with
charming archnness.' Mr. Brady, by the
way, is a master of coquetry and archness;
his preface TO this novel attains to great
heights in both
He has an art all his own in character
ization through dialogue Witness Old
Broadrib, a Heart of Oak, who fought the
Yankees under His Majesty, colors in
1872. Harl! to strains of Broadrib's
tarry English-"You kin count that boy
man when it comes TO stowin' away his
share Of the grub Which I've stopped
my growth for some time"-"I kin tell
You some things that'll make you laugh fit
TO start butt in your midship plankin'"
and at the juncture where the dear old
chap catches the lovers kissing, the young
lady having dressed up for it as usual
MY God! Cap'n ClOugh, Sir, wOt in ellis
the meanin' of all this? An who in the
name of God is this bloody feemale?'
The very name Broadrib is art. combin-
ing as it does tho SAVIOR of the Roast Beef
Of Old England with a fine compliment to
the memory Of the late Sir Henry irving.
an English actor, whose real surname was
similar, If memory serves us well.
The Admiral Brady is a mammalogist
e big fish, the common sailor name
for the whale. which Of course is not a
fish at all" He is stylst and a gram
marian words incOherent, meaningless
TO any one but sheer: "Poor Raw was
all r. which is not Broadrib, but Brady.
And if it were not known, one could
readily divine from Broadribs language
that Mr.. Brady is a minister. And he is
modern psychologist
Mr.. Brady's plot innovations are cleo
trifying. The revelation of Audrey's
marywalkering is made on page so. One
recalls no other novel of tbic cnao;oc IN
which it is made before page o. As to
events beyond page 12S, your reporter
must confess with profuse apologies that
If he read further he has quite forgotten it.
However, he confidently and cordially
recommends Mr.. Brady's new novel to
everybody fond of reading novels by Mr..
Brady.
WAIF OFTHE SEA. BY CYRUS TowNs-