The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1908-12-31
Miss Kllrov
Investlgates
BY TROY ALISON
By TROY ALLISON.
copyrighted. 1893, by Associated
Literary Press.

To the casual observer Miss KilrOy
did not seem exactly fitted for an in
vestigator OF sociological problems. The
government had probably been prompt
ed by some wise head when it appoint
ed women to that branch OF work.
Formerly when men, important in
uniforms and brass buttons, or men in
plain clothes, augmented by much POM
posity, had made the rounds of the for
eign settlements such dignity had
frightened or embarrassed the women
and children to such an extent that it
was an impossibility to obtain freely
spoken opinions as to what they liked
in America. what they did not like.
what they expected Uncle Sam to do
for them OF what they themselves could
offer as just reason for Uncle Sam
doing anything at all for them.
Nobody, however. could possibly take
fright at pretty Miss KilrOy, who,
dressed in the nobbiest white shirt
waist suit rather gay ribbon on her
hat, knocked at the humblest door Of
the humblest tenements and generally
found a welcome.
Grantley. in charge Of the temporary
quarters provided while the investiga-
ton was being carried Oh in this city.
looked up as she entered the Office in
the afternoon. tired. but jubilant.
Seems to me have secured enough
information today to make a complete
in,
America" she said, throwing her notes
upon her desk.
Good work" he answered. wonder
ing why she ever undertook such job.
Its strange that the youngest, most
err
1.-THE doll baby OF the force, the wom
an who is SO pink faced and blond
haired that one wouldn't suspect her
of having an idea concealed about her,
had
NO. by George, didn't mean that!
| hesitated because didn't know that
it was exactly proper for me to finish
my sentence. | was going to say, since
must refute your impression, the
most attractive. dainty girl. who looks
like piece Of high art don't see how
1t is that she beats the others all hol-
low when il comes to turning In the
results from days labor. Would you
mind telling NE about your methods OF
procedure. Miss KilroyT' Grantley was
clearly interested in knowing how she
did it,
Miss kilroy laughed somewhat
shamefacediy. I'm afraid I'm not
really businesslke." she admitted, "but
proceed upon an instructive kndwl-
edge OF human nature Today I went
to interview a great big Irishwoman.
When she came to the door and saw
ME, notebook In hand. she positively
glared. There certainly wasn't a glim-
mer Of hospitality Ia her face. What
would the likes ay we he afther want
in?' she demanded.
When | reeled Oft my set Of ques
lions her Indignation Increased. How
long have ! bin In America an what
av the wurrlk I have done? Faith, an
think it inlpudenee for yellow hair
ed chit OF gurrel who Evidently spends
her time dressing up an wearing blue
ribbons on her hat to come an call an
honest woman from her wnrrik to ask
questions about her private family.
Ye might as well he afther taking ye
stlf off Bridget Mcguire don't answer
no fool questions
II believe, Mr.. Grantley, that II she
hadn't been SO scathing about my blue
hatband I would have walked off and
abandoned the interview, but that hat
band and the yellow haired chit OF
gnrrel had to be avenged
IL leaned against her door detected
ly. tried to turn pale and said: You
mustn't think l want to do 1t, for | so
hate to be rude, but | have to do it for
my living. I'm so tired and so warm
leaning against the door with an atti-
tude indicating an early approach of
tears-'and il don't find out things for
them they will dismiss me and I'll have
nothing to live on
Mrs MaguiPe's bark was fiercer than
her bite. Her face changed. she took
hold Of my arm gently and led me into
her one room. 'Ye poor little cray
thure.' she said I'll make We cup OF
lay right Off an you'll soon be bet
Their.
Miss Kilroy waved her notes gayly.
II felt somewhat hypocritical. but
have fitted her into the proper place in
the sociological report"
Her chief smiled approval. 1T takes
a woman to beat all" he said Don't
you ever meet with more serious an
| noyances?"
The girl bushed sometimes the
men stare at me little more than
like. There is party of Syrians III
Jing's court One of them Is a fine
specimen. He was dressed in beaded
jackets undertakings and had red
sash and red fez or something fan
tastic Oh his raven locks. lie would in
spire an artist to paint a Son OF the
Desert or Il Type From the Orient l
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