Not The Place For The Soap

A famons French prima douna when acting deligbts in a big basin of sonp, smoking hofc and well flavored with grated cheese. On one occasion ehe was engaged for a few nights at Marseilles, and her first thonght on arriving there wasto inqoirewbereshecould order her favorite diah. She was recorumended to patronize a humble restaurant just by the theater, and going there gave her order in person. At 9 o'clock, as arranged, mine host called bis serving maid, and placing a gigantio tnreen in her hands told her to take it to Mine. C on the stage. He added that orders had been given to let her pass with her bowl, and ou the girl's assnrance that she wonld recognize the cantatrice sent heroiï with the soup. Everybody gae way before the servant canying the sacred tneal of the star, when suddGnly between the wings she caught sight of the prima donna, who was singing the finaio of the first act of "Lucia." Ravenswood and hia betrothed were jost about to begin the passiouate scène ■which bringsdown the curtain when the maid entered and placed the tnreen on the mossybank in front of thefountain. Then lifting np the cover and plunging in a spoon she exclaimed to the stupefaction of actors and audience alike: "Begging yoar pardon for interrnpting you, sir, and the lady, but here'a the sonp. '