Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-12-10
Mics Kllroy Investlsates
 By TROY ALLISON Copyrighted 1908, by Associated
 Literary Press
By TROY ALLISON.

To the casual observer Miss Kllroy did not seem exactly fitted for an in- vestigator of sociological problems. The government had probably been prompt cd by some wise head when 1t 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 1t was an impossibilty 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
 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 welcome.
 Grantley, in charge of the temporary 1 quarters provided while the investiga- ! ton was being carried on in this city looked up as she entered the office in the afternoon, tired, but jubilant. | information today to make complete report upon the sociological problem 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 | 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 hcl of having an idea concealed about her, had'-
 No, by George, l didn't mean that. I hesitated because l didn't know that 1t was exactly proper for me to finish my sentence. I was going te say. since I 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 hoI- low when it comes to turning in the results from days labor. Would you mind telling me about your methods oi procedure. Miss Kilroy:" Grantley was clearly interested In knowing how she did it.
 Miss kilroy laughed somewhat shamefacedly. I'm afraid I'm not really businesslike," she admitted, but | 1 proceed upon an instinctive knowl edge of baman nature. Today I went to interview great big Irishwoman When ste came to the door and saw ne, notebook in hand, she positively | glared. There certainly wasn't q glim mer of hospitality in her face. What would the likes av ye be afther want in?' she demanded.
 When 1 reeled off my set of queS 1 tions her indignation increased. How | long have I bin in America an what aY the wurrik 1 have done? Faith an 1 think 1t impudence for yellow hair. ed chit of gurrel who ividently 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 well be afther taking ye silf off Bridget Mcguire don't answer no fool questions.'
 "I believe, Mir Grantlcys that if she hadn't been so scathing about my but 1 hatband I would have walked off and abandoned the interview, but that hat band and the yellow haired chit of q gurrel' had to be avenged.
 "I leaned against her door dejected ly, tried to turn pale and said: You mustn't think 1 want to do 1t, for I SC hate to be rude, but have to do 1t fol 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. Maguire's bark was fiercer than her bite Her face changed, she took hold of my arm gently and led me into her one room. 'Yc poor little cray. thure,' she said, I'll make ye cup of lay right off, an you'll soon be bet ther.'"
 Miss Kilroy waved her notes gayly. 'I felt somewhat hypocritical, but ! have fitted her into the proper place in the sociological report"
 Her chief smiled approval Tt 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 little more than like. There is 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 red sash and a red feZ or something fan tastic on his raven locks. He would in spire an artist to paint T Son of the Desert or Type From the Orient l have had several interviews with him, because he speaks less fractured Eng fish than the others. and yesterday he Insisted upon presenting me with q string of red glass beads Newell he was slightly effusiye and called ne a maid of the dawn whose hair was kissed by the rising sun. l decided that rynnldn,t infarriau him nnw