Part 3 (1/2)

”Papa Pomme, where are you taking me?” asked Philippe, puzzled.

For Papa Pomme was acting in a very mysterious way.

”Do not ask yet!” he said. ”Soon you shall see.”

Soon Philippe did see. For they stopped in front of a big theater. In Europe a motion picture theater is called a cinema.

”Now, little Philippe,” laughed Papa Pomme, ”you know my surprise!”

Philippe threw his cap in the air and shouted, ”Hooray! The cinema!”

It was a special treat to the little boy to be taken to the cinema! He had been to one only once before in his life.

[Ill.u.s.tration: GRANDE PLACE, BRUSSELS]

They were to see a great film today. It was the story of the World War and the part that little Belgium had played. It showed how the enemy had started to march through Belgium in order to reach Paris. It showed how the loyal Belgians and their brave King Albert had helped the Allies to win their victory by stopping that march.

Long ago a treaty had been made which said that no nation should take an army through Belgium to attack another nation. If ever such a thing happened, it was Belgium's duty to stop them. In the year 1914, an enemy did try to go through her land. Belgium might have neglected her duty.

She might have remained quiet and allowed the enemy to pa.s.s. Had she done this, she would never have been destroyed as she was. The enemy would have marched quietly through and left Belgium to its peaceful life.

The film showed how the Belgians fought. Still Belgium could not hold out against so powerful an enemy. At last she was conquered. But when that time came, the French were ready, and so were the English. So Paris was saved.

The audience shouted and clapped. But after that came sighs. The film showed how pitiful and sad was this poor little Belgium after the war.

That film left in the heart of Philippe a new dream. It was that film which was really the cause of the little boy's later adventures.

Chapter III

A NEIGHBOR

Five years pa.s.sed. Philippe was now a tall boy of eleven. He was still called Sprout, and he was still full of wis.h.i.+ng dreams and dreaming wishes.

But those dreams and wishes had changed since the time when he had longed for a baby sister. Of course, he never stopped being glad about Rose. She was the dearest little sister that a boy could have.

[Ill.u.s.tration: LITTLE ROSE]

Philippe's desire to be a cook had disappeared. He had changed since that day when Papa Pomme had taken him to the cinema. For Philippe never forgot the film he had seen.

Philippe never forgot those terrible battle scenes. Often his eyes would fill with tears at the thought of the sad struggle and the bravery of his little country.

The boy who had once dreamed of vegetables now had other dreams. The little boy, who had wanted some day to be a chef, now longed to become a great hero like his own country's king. He longed to do a great deed himself and to have adventures. But all he could do was to sell vegetables.

No, that was not all. Now he could read about his country. And he did.

Philippe read and read. Every book he could find he devoured. Stories of Belgium's cities and people Philippe learned and loved. Tales of wonder kept him interested for hours.

[Ill.u.s.tration: PHILIPPE READ AND READ]