The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1908-12-16
Miss Kllroy
Investigate
By TROY ALLISON
Copyrighted. 1908, by Associated
Literary PresS

did not seem exactly fitted for an in
vestigator of sociological problems. The
government had probably been prompt
ed by some wise head when II 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
posltN, 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 impessibility TO obtain freely
spoken opinions as TO what they liked
In America. what they did not like
for them or what they themselves could
offer rs a just reason for Uncle sam
doing anything Mt all for them.
Nobody. however could possibly take
fright at pretty Miss KIlroy, who,
dressed In the nobbiest white shirt
waist suit, n rather gay ribbon ON her
hat knocked Mt the hunblcst door of
the humhlest tenemeuts and generally
found Il welcome.
Grantley, In charge of the temporary
quarters provided while the tnyestiga
ton was being carried on In this city
looked up MS she entered the office In
the afternoon. tired, but jubilant.
Seems to mo 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
ing why she ever undertook such II Job.
ITS strange that the youngest, most
er'.-
"0h, don't mind me! Go on and say
1.-THE doll baby OF the force, the wom-
an who Is 40 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 yonr impression, the
NEST attractive, dainty girl, who looks
like piece OF high art don't see how
il IS that she beats the others all hol.
low When II comes To turning In the
results from Il days labor Would you
mind telling me about your methods OF
procedure, Miss Kllroy?" Grantley was
clearly Interested In knowing how she
did H.
Miss liilroy laughed somewhat
shamefaeedly. Pm afraid I'm not
really btisinesslllSe," she admitted, but
proceed upon an instructive knowl.
edge of human nature. Today l went
TO interview a great big lrIshwoman.
When she came TO the door and saw
mo, notebook In hand, she positively
glared There certainly wasn't glim-
mer of hospitality In hrr face. What
would the likes av We he afther want
inF she demanded.
When | reelcd off my set of ques-
tlons her indignation increased. How
long have ! bin In America an what
nv the wurrlk | have done2 Faith, nm
| think II impudencc for II 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 wurrik to ask
questions about her private family
Ye might as well be afther taking ye-
slf off Bridget Mcguire don't answer
10 fool questions
II believe, Mr.. Grantley, that If she
~ so nj m n
hathand | would have walked Off and
abandoned the interview, but that hat
band and the yellow haired chit of a
gurrcr had TO be avenged
IL leaned against her door detected
~. tried 10 turn pale and said: You
mustn't think | want 10 do II, for 80
hate 10 he rude, but | have to do II for
my living. I'm SO tired and 80 warm
leaning against the door with mn ntti-
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 10 live on
Mrs MaguIre's bark was fiereer 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, 1'll make yc cup Of
tay right off, an you'll soon be bet
iher''
Miss Kilroy waved her notes gayly.
II felt somewhat hypocrltlenl, but I
have fitted her into the proper place In
the sociological report"
Her chief smiled approval 1T takes
n woman to beat all, he said. Don't
you ever meet with more serious an
noynncest'
The girl blushed Sometimes the
men stare at me II little more than l
like. There h II party of Syrlans In
.Iing's court. One of them Is II fine
specimen He was dressed In beaded
jackets aud things and had red
sash and n red fez or something fan
tastlc on his raven locks. He would In
splre an artist TO paint a Son of the
Desert OF 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
string Of red glass beads. Ife-well,
he was slightly ELUSIVE and called me
IA maid Of The dawn whose hair was
kissed by the rising sun. decided
that ! wouldn't interview him any
more. He seemed inclined to be I'M
pulsiyc."
Grantley chuckled. Good thing you
have closed the episode. The next
chapter might have disclosed the orr
entail son OF u gun desert bearing away
upon n flying steed the maid Of the