The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1909-04-22
Miss Kllrov
Investigate
By TROY ALLISON
By TROY ALLISON
Copyrighted. 1908, by Associated
Literary Press.

Old not seem exactly lifted 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 IL
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 II
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 a 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 humbiest 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
the afternoon, tired, but jubilant
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, wonder
ing why she ever undertook such Job.
tits strange that the youngest most
err
ooh, don't mind mel 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
mo, by George, didn't mean that!
1 hesitated because l didn't know that
it was exactly proper for me to finish
my sentence. l was going to say, since
1 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
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.
Miss Kilroy laughed somewhat |
shamefacedly. 'T'm afraid I'm not |
really businesslike" she admitted, "but
l proceed upon an instructive knowl-
edge of human nature. Today l went
to interview a great big Irishwoman.
When she came to the door and saw
me, notebook in band, she positively
glared. There certainly wasn't a glim-
mer of hospitality in her face. What
would the likes av We be afther want
inp she demanded.
when I reeled off my set of ques-
tons her indignation increased. How
long have l bin in America an what
av the wurrik have done? Faith, an
think it impudence for 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 well be afther taking ye-
silf off. Bridget Mcguire don't answer
no fool questions
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 ,
gurrer had to be avenged ,
81 leaned against her door detected ,
~. tried to turn pale and said: You ,
mustn't think / want to do 1t, for I so !,
hate to be rude but l have to do 1t for
my living. I'm so tired and so warm :
Gaming against the door with an atti- !,
-ude Indicating an early approach of
ears-'and II don't find out things for
hem they will dismiss me and III have :
nothing to live on
Mrs Maguire's bark was fiercer than
Ter bite. Her face changed she took
lold Of my arm gently and led me into
Ter one room 'Ye poor little cray
hure,' she said. III make We cup of
ay right off. an you'll soon be bet
her." {
Miss Kilroy waved her notes gayiy.
/ felt somewhat hypocritical. but l II
ave fitted be-. into the proper place in
he sociological report" d
Her chief smiled approval 1T takes te
woman to beat ALL" he said. Don't
on ever meet with more serious an g
oyances?" al
The girl blushed. Sometimes the 81
len stare at me a little more than l
Ike. There is a party of Syrians In W
ing's court One of them is a fine a
Decimen. He was dressed in beaded
lckets undertakings and had a red in
ash and q red fez or something fan Ell
lstic on his raven locks. He would in he
)ire an artist to paint Son of the de
esert or Type From the Orient l
ave had several interviews with him, WI
,cause he speaks less fractured Eng
sh than the others. and yesterday he tn
sisted upon presenting me with a
ring Of red glass beads. He-well, we
, was slightly ELUSIVE and called me
maid Of the dawn whose hair was pc