not feeling well." "Don't say that!" bellowed the publicity manager, "Tell them something in French.". "But she is in'bed." the Frenchman Frenchman continued, "she is not dressed. Had we only known—" •'"She's there," a. false alarm went up, and the crowd bolted, leaving the Marquis talking into space. "You see what they think of you,'' said the publicity man./ "I know," the Frenchman replied, replied, "I am glad." When Gloria really did appear, a modern Juliette, ,at the window, she was wearing a liastily snatched negligee, doubtless to conceal her nightie. And when a dear old woman handed her a bouquet of spirea saying, "this Is from Mrs. Redmond, o£ Pomeroy, • Ohio," Gloria had some difficulty in landing it inside the car without letling go her wrapper. "Oh, you darling, sweet thing," she murmured murmured in confusion. The crowd hung baek at a ..respectful distance, distance, gazing its fill upon the rather pretty, blue-eyed, brown bobbed-haired girl, called. Gloria Swanson. Finally the train began' to draw out, and moved about 4U yards, and stopped again, just, long enough for the not very dignified dignified Marquis, who had been hurried hurried forward from • tho back of the train, to appear at Gloria's window and assume an affectionate, affectionate, protective, attitude with his arm about -her shoulders. This accomplished, the train pulled out at 12:10 o'clock, and the crowd went home, tired and happy after a gala day. "It was so. nice of people to. come," Miss Swanson said to a Gazelle reporler, iu a brief interview. interview. "I really can't say anything bright and'snappy for publication just now. Fancy expecting mo to." " Oh. well," she replied to a question, "I do like the .Continental .Continental men. They arc dears. My husband husband pretends to bo very jealous, but he really isn't. Goodbye. So nice.ot yon to have come."