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LEO, THE LION
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N the basement of a poor lodging-house overlooking a very poor street in a French seaport town, lived an old man Called "M. Alphonse." There must have been more of his name, but no one knew what the rest had been, and no one cared to know.
It might have been three years since M. Alphonse had moved into his cellar-room, and in all that time he had never had any visitors. But he was not quite alone, for he had to keep him company an old comrade who, like himself, had seen better days, and who now—like himself,
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