Smyrna times., 1909-02-03
Miss Kllrov
Investigates
By TROY ALLISON.
copyrighted. 1908. by Associated
Literary Press.
By TROY ALLISON.

10 the casual observer Miss Kilrov
ala not seem exactly fitted for an in
Vestgator of sociological problems Tho
government had probably been nromn+-
ed by some wise head when if onnoin+
ed women to that branch of work
Formerly when men, important in
uniforms and brass buttons. or men in
pam clothes, augmented by much NOM
posity. had made the rounds of the for
elSn settlements such dignity had
frightened or embarrassed the women
and children to such an extent that If
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
tor them or what they themselves could
oHer 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 humblest door of
the humblest tenements and generally
found welcome
Grantley, in charge of the temporary
quarters provided while the investiga-
tion was being carried on in this city.
looked up as she entered the Office in
the afternoon, tired, but jubilant.
Seems to me l 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 job.
Its strange that the youngest. most
err
"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 near that!
l hesitated because l didn't know that
it was exactly proper for me to finish
my sentence. l was going to say. since
l must refute your impression, the
most attractive, dainty girl, who looks
| like piece Of high art'-I don't see how
it 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. I'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 hand, she positively
glared. There certainly wasn't a glim-
mer of hospitality in her face. What
would the likes av We be afther want.
I'M? she demanded.
when reeled off my set of ques
tiOns her indignation increased. How
long have | bin in America an what
av the wurrik | have done? Faith an
think it impudence for n yellow hair
ed chit of a gurrel who Evidently spends
her time dressing up an wearing blue
I
honest woman from her wurrik to asl
questions about her private family
Ye might as we'll be afther taking We
silf off Bridget Mcguire don't answe
nc fool questions
81 believe. Mr.. Grantley, that if sh
hadn't been so scathing about my blu
hatband | would have walked off ant
abandoned the interview, but that hat
band and the yellow haired chit of ;
: gurrer had to be avenged
81 leaned against her door detected
ly, tried to turn pale and said: 'Yo
mustn't think ! want to do 1t. for | s
hate to be rude. but have to do 1t 70
= my living. I'm so tired and so warm
leaning against the door with an att
tude Indicating an early approach o
tears-'and if l don't find out things 70
: them they will dismiss me and I'll hav
nothing to live on
"AIrs. Maguire's bark was fiercer tha
her bite. Her face changed. she too
hold of my arm gently and led me int
her one room. 'Ye poor little era!
thure. she said. IN make ye cup
tav right off. an you'll soon be be
ther.
Miss Kilroy waved her notes gayl.
Il felt somewhat hypocritical. but
have fitted her into the proper place
the sociological report"
Her chief smiled approval. 1T take
a woman to beat ALL" he said. Don
YOU ever meet with more serious a
nOyances?"
The girl blushed. Sometimes Il
mer stare at me Il little more than
like. There is a party of Syrians
Jing's court. One of them is a I'll
specimen. He was dressed in beadt
Jackets undertakings and had a rt
sash and red fez or something ia
tastic on his raven locks. He would !
gpire an artist to paint Son OF Il
Desert or a Type From the Orient
have had several interviews with hil
because he speaks less fractured En-
lish than the others, and yesterday
insisted upon presenting me with