"A Blériot monoplane," he said. I was as relieved as though his boy were one of my own kinsmen. "The air-ship I saw," I told him, "was an Avro biplane!" Of the two I appeared much the more pleased. The retired officer bowed. "I thank you," he said. "It will be good news for his mother." "But why didn't you go to the War Office?" I asked. He reproved me firmly. "They have asked us not to question them," he said, "and when they are working for all I have no right to embarrass them with my personal trouble." As the chance of obtaining credentials with the British army appeared doubtful, I did not remain in London, but at once crossed to Belgium. Before the Germans came, Brussels was an imitation Paris-- especially along the inner boulevards she was Paris at her best. And her great parks, her lakes gay with pleasure-boats or choked with lily- pads, her haunted forests, where your taxicab would startle the wild deer, are the most beautiful I have ever seen in any city in the world. As, in the days of the Second Empire, Louis Napoleon bedecked Paris, so Leopold decorated Brussels. In her honor and to his own glory he gave her new parks, filled in her moats along her ancient fortifications, laid out boulevards shaded with trees, erected arches, monuments, museums. That these jewels he hung upon her neck were wrung from the slaves of the Congo does not make them the less beautiful. And before the Germans came the life of the people of Brussels was in keeping with the elegance, beauty, and joyousness of their surroundings. At the Palace Hotel, which is the clearing-house for the social life of Brussels, we found everybody taking his ease at a little iron table on the sidewalk. It was night, but the city was as light as noonday-- brilliant, elated, full of movement and color. For Liege was still held by the Belgians, and they believed that all along the line they were holding back the German army. It was no wonder they were jubilant. They had a right to be proud. They had been making history. In order to give them time to mobilize, the Allies had asked them for two days to delay the German invader. They had held him back for fifteen. As David went against Goliath, they had repulsed the German. And as yet there had been no reprisals, no destruction of cities, no murdering of non-combatants; war still was something glad and glorious.