That is to say, that he's expected back in town for the 'season,' as the Cooing Column of the paper says." "Why, what's the Cooing Column ?" asked Mary, laughing.
"The fashionable intelligence corner," answered Angus, joining in her laughter.

"I call it the Cooing Column, because it's the place where all the doves of society, soiled and clean, get their little grain of personal advertisement.

They pay for it, of course.

There it is that the disreputable Mrs.Mushroom Ketchup gets it announced that she wore a collar of diamonds at the Opera, and there the battered, dissipated Lord 'Jimmy' Jenkins has it proudly stated that his yacht is undergoing 'extensive alterations.' Who in the real work-a-day, sane world cares a button whether his lordship Jenkins sails in his yacht or sinks in it! And Mrs.Mushroom Ketchup's diamonds are only so much fresh fuel piled on the burning anguish of starving and suffering men,--anguish which results in anarchy.

Any number of anarchists are bred from the Cooing Column!" "What would you have rich men do ?" asked Helmsley suddenly.