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Photoplay Magazine
"All right. But call off your judge as soon as you can, or the boys will all be getting leary."
No time was wasted in "framing" Kitty. At the session of the Night Court the next evening, Judge Evans was dismayed at hearing the name of Kitty Horgan called, as the routine of dismal cases proceeded. The girl was led in, dazed, bewildered. With a cry of relief she saw that the judge was her friend of the preceding night.
"Judge," she cried, "what does it mean? What is it all about?"
"Wait," he said, kindly. "We'll soon find out."
The evidence was brief and positive. Two slimy, ratlike stool pigeons came to the stand and swore away the girl's reputation. They were regular members of the "purity squad." but the judge was not satisfied. He called Kitty to him, and asked for her version of the story.
."There's nothing to tell," she said. "These two men came to my room and told me 1 had to go to court with them. That's all there is to it. Judge."
Burke, realizing the importance of a conviction, took part in the informal inquiry. He drew attention to the fact that these detectives would have no object in making up the entire story : there must be some truth in it ; the girl must be concealing something.
"What's vour interest in the case?" the judge demanded.
"Simply that this is my precinct, and I want to see things run straight."
The judge pondered. He did not connect the incident of the preceding night with Kitty's arrest, and he could not doubt her truthfulness. He knew Burke for a ward politician, but of at least a superficially good reputation. Yet there was something wrong here, he felt.
"Miss Horgan," he said at last. "I am satisfied there has been at least a mistake. I believe you. But I am. to a certain extent, powerless. What I propose to do is this: I have a little farm up the river, and •I am going to send half a dozen young women up there — we call it probation, but