The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1908-11-21
The EVENING STORY
Miss Kilroy Investigates.
(By Troy Allison.l

prompted by some wise head when it
appointed women to that branch of
work.
| Formerly, when men, Important in
uniform and brass buttons, or men in
| plain clothes augmented by much
pomposity had made the rounds of the
| foreign 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 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, a rather gay ribbon on her
| hat, knocked at the humblest door of
the humb1est tenement and generally
found welcome
Grantley, in charge of the temper
airy quarters provided while the inves-
tigation was being carried on in this
office in the afternoon, tired but ju-
bilant
Seems to me have secured enough
information today to make complete
report upon the sociological problem
in America" she said. throwing her
notes upon her desk.
Good work." he answered, won
dering why she ever undertook such
a job. Its strange that the youngest.
"oh-don't mind me-go on and
say it. The doll-baby of the force
the woman who is SO pink-faced and
blonde-haired that one wouldn't sus-
pect her of having an idea concealed
about her had"
'rNo-by Georgei I didn't mean
that I hesitated because didn't know
that it was exactly proper for me to
finish my sentence. I was going to
say, since I must refute your i'm
preston the most attractive, dainty
girl, who looks like a piece of high
art don't see how 1t is that she
beats the others all hollow when it
comes to turning in the results from
a days labor. Would you mind telling |
me about your methods of procedure, |
Miss Kilroy?'' Grantley was clearly |
interested in knowing how she did it. |
shamefacedly. I'm afraid I'm not |
really business like" she admitted, |
"but I proceed upon an instructive
knowledge of human nature. Today |
I went to interview great big Irish |
woman. When she came to the door /
and saw me, notebook in hand, she |
positively glared. There certainly |
wasn't a glimmer of hospitality in her
face. What would the likes av We |
be afther wantin'? she demanded.
when 1 reeled off my set of ques- |
lions her indignation increased. How |
long have / bin in America, an what |
an think it impudence for a yellow
haired chit of a gurrel who ividenly |
spends her time dressing up an wear
ing 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 takin' yesilf off. Bridget Ma
guire don't answer no fool ques-
TONS
II believe, Mr. Grantley, that if she
hadn't been so scathing about my blue
hatband, would have walked off and /
abandoned the interview. But that hat
band, and the yellow haired chit of
a gurrel' had to be avenged
IT leaned against her door detected
ly, tried to turn pale, and said You
mustn't think 1 want to do it-for
so hate to be rude, but 1 have to do |
it for a living. I'm so tired-and so
warm leaning against the door with
an attitude indicating an early ap-
.proach 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
her bite. Her face changed, she took
hold of my arm gently, and led me
craythure' she said, I'll make We
cup of tay right off, an you'll soon be
better
Miss Kilroy waved her notes gaily.
''I felt somewhat hypocritfcal-but I
have fitted her into the proper place
in the sociological report"
Her chief smiled approval. at
takes a woman to beat ALL" he said.
Don't you ever meet with more
serious annoyances?"
The girl blushed. 'Sometimes the
men stare at me little more than
I like. There Is a party of Syrians in
specimen. If he was dressed in beaded
Jackets and-er-things, and had a
red sash and a red fez. or something
fantastic on his raven locks. he would
oTfi CT IN int a n a
Desert or a Type from the Orient |
have had several interviews with !
him, because he speaks less fractured {
English than the others. and yester- {
lay he insisted upon presenting me
with string of red glass beads. He |
well-he was slightly effusive, and {
called me a maid of the dawn whose ,
nair was kissed by the rising sun. I J
any more-he seemed inclined to be !
Grantley chuckled. Good thing you
nave closed the episode. The next /
entail son-of-a-gun-desert bearing lie
away upon a flying steed the maid of I
he dawn-who struggled and pro- q
.ested that she preferred Americans f
md their customs. Might have caused
complications by abduct- !
ng you. Even as it is, he may spot
our window ledge and twang guitar +
,r a either, or whatever 1t is that Sy- t
'ians do tTang n,F ae m s1seo cause you
Miss Kilroy commenced TRANSCRIPT IL
ng her notes TRANQUILITY. Hes rele- h
gated to the past" she declared air t
" "His song Is sung. C
The elevator boy stuck his head h
through the doorway. There are two /,
lueer-Iooking females, fixed up in C
ome kind of foreign trappings, that
want to see Miss Kilroy, ne an q
"Show them in. Tommy-that isl E