Connecticut western news., 1908-12-03
MlSS KltroV lnvestlgates
 By TROY ALLISON Copyrighted. 1908. by Associated
 Literary Press
By TROY ALLISON.

! oAu hol SCSLu TUT du vestigator of sociological problems. The government had probably been prompt ed by some wise head when 1t appoint ed women to that branch of work Formerly when men. important ir uniforms and brass buttons, or men i'll 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 1t 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 or what they themselves could offer as just reason for Uncle Sam doing anything at all for them. i Nobody, however, could possibly take fright at pretty Miss Kilroy, who. dressed in the nobbiest white sh,r' 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 on in this city, | looked up as she entered the office In tNe afternoon. tired, but jubilant.
 Seems to me I have secured enough information today to make a complete report upon the sociological problem in America" she said, throwing her notes upon her desk.
 Good work" he answered. wonder l ing why she ever undertook such job. "It's strange. that the youngest. most er''-
 "Oh, don't mind me! Go on and say 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! I hesitated because didn't know that 1t was exactly proper for me to finish my sentence. I was going to say, since must refute your impression, the most attractive, dainty girl. who looks like piece of high art'-I don't see how 1t Is that she beats the others all hol- low when it comes to turning in the lLoAu u dGg W Oulu NOu mind telling me about your methods of procedure, Miss Kilroy?" Grantley was clearly interested in knowing how she did 1t. ....
 Miss Kilroy laughed somewhat shamefacedly. "I'm afraid I'm not really businesslike," she admitted, "but I proceed upon m instinctive knowl- edge of human nature. Today went to interview great big Irishwoman. When she came to the door and saw me. notebook in hand. she positively glared. There certainly wasn't >glim- mer of hospitality in her face. What would the likes av ye be afther want in!' she demanded.
 When I reeled off my set of Ques- tions her indignation increased. How long have I bin In America an what av the wurrik I have done? Faith, an think 1t impudence for q yellow hair ed chit of a gurrel who Evidently spends her time dressing up an wearing blue ribbons on her hat to come an call an honest woman from her wurrik to ask questions about her private family. Ye might as we'll be afther taking ye- silf off. Bridget Maguire don't answer no fool questions.'
 "I believe, MT. Grantley, that If she hadn't been so scathing about my blue hatband I would have walked of and abandoned the interview, but that hat band and the yellow haired chit of a gurrer had to be avenged.
 "I leaned against her door dejected- ly, tried to turn pale and said: You mustn't think l want to do 1t. for l so hate to be rude, but I have to do 1t 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 if don't find out things for them they will dismiss me and I'll have nothing to live on.'
 Mrs. Maguires 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 ye a cup Of tay right off. an you'll soon be bet ther'"
 Miss Kilroy waved her notes gayly. "I felt somewhat hypocritieal, but l have fitted her into the proper place in the sociological report"
 Her chief smiled approval. Ut takes a woman to beat all," he said. Don't you ever meet with more serious an noyances".
 The girl blushed. Sometimes the men stare at me a little more than l like. There is a party of Syrians in Jing's court. One of them is a fine specimen. He was dressed in beaded jackets and-er-things and had rcd sash and a red fez or something fan tastic on his raven locks. He would il- spire an artist to paint Son of the Desert or Type From the Orient have had several interviews with him, because he speaks less fractured Eng fish than the others, and yesterday he insisted upon presenting me with a string of red glass beads. Newell. he was slightly effusive and called me a maid of the dawn whose hair was kissed by the rising sun. I decided that 1 wouldn't interview him any more He seemed inclined tO be i'm