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Show THE GREEN SPOT By MORLEY SHARP ! ygj HE Squadron Commander leant over the office table, his finger " on the map, while a frown puckered his forehead. Jk "Yes," he" said to himself, "I think F I've got it." He raised himself from his stooping position and slowly took out his cigarette cig-arette case. Then he walked to the window and looked out over the aerodrome. aero-drome. It was a quiet evening; there was no breeze. The flag hung limply by its pole. The thunder of the guns had considerably lessened since noon. A couple of officers just landed, walked leisurely aver to the mess, carrying their heavy pilots' coats on their arms. The C. O. looked at his wrist watch and, turning from the window, pressed press-ed an. electric bell. An orderly entered: en-tered: "Tell Captain Briggs I want to see him." "Ah, Briggs," said the C. O., "there's something here that wants attending to." Captain Briggs came and leant over the table beside the C. O. while the latter traced on the map with his forefinger. The two lines of opposing trenches stretched parallel across the middle. The point to which the C. O. directed attention, however, lay beyond them some ten miles on the German side. It was a small wooded hollow, lying between be-tween the bare, undulating folds of ground, and watered by a narrow stream. It was round in shape and its diameter might have been a hundred meters. It lay not far from where four roads joined, four main roads which converged into one, the latter leading straight to the German lines.. The C. O., having pointed out the green spot on the map, next laid his finger on the junction of the roads, and looked at Captain Briggs. "There's been a lot of activity on those roads today," said he, "everyone "every-one has reported something or other in the way of transport, and Parker reports a whole column standing just there, stationary, mind you," and he pointed to the portion of the road which was nearest the hollow. Captain Cap-tain Briggs nodded. "They'll be shifting their heavies 'jt$ further back, I'm thinking," said the C. O., "since we knocked out that lot," and he indicated a line of pencil crosses, midway between the four cross-roads and the German trenches. Captain Briggs rolled the cigarette round in his mouth with his eyes on the green spot. "It's a fair-sized target, anyhow," said he. ' "Eh?" said the C. 0., "just so. It's a likely spot!" , He looked at his watch again and then out of the window at the sky. Second Lieutenant Parker sat in his machine on the ground, his eyes on the "rev. counter," his hands on the switch. The C, O. and Captain Briggs had finished instructing him and had gone aside to escape the draught of j the whirling propeller. 1 Lieutenant Parker's duty as well as j his map was before him, and, "throt- j tling down," he waved his hand to the mechanics, who promptly pulled the chocks away that held fast the aeroplane's aero-plane's wheels. Slowly the machine began to move, then its pace quickened quick-ened until it tore across the ground, rose up over the trees and circled round the aerodrome. " Lieutenant Parker continued his circle cir-cle until he had risen to a height at which the aerodrome appeared to him about the size of a postcard. Then he made a bee-line for the green hollow, away beyond the enemy's lines. ' It was not many minutes before the four roads, looking much the same on the ground to Lieutenant Parker as they appeared on his map, were directly di-rectly under him, and, closing his throttle he looked with the bomb-Bight, bomb-Bight, until he stretched out his hand and released a bomb. As he looked over the side of his aeroplane to watch the effect, he saw a German machine, not very far below, coming up to meet him. The bomb burst on one of the roads, not very far from the green hollow, and Lieutenant Parker could see, far below, the hurried flight of men and transport along the four roads. He turned his machine ana again took aim with the bomb sights. This time, as he released his bomb, he turned to his machine gun, to be prepared to combat his adversary, who was now almost al-most on a level with him. A hurried glance downwards showed show-ed him a bright yellow flame springing spring-ing from the green hollow. At the same time, the concussion in the air jerked his aeroplane so much, that, had he not been securely strapped in, he must have been thrown out. A deafening roar down below shook the ground for miles around, and, at the aerodrome, the C. O. and Captain Briggs speculated much on the task done by their young subordinate. But Lieutenant Parker's task was not over yet, for his aerial rival proved prov-ed to be well skilled in fighting. Round and round each other circled the two aeroplanes and the machine guns spat out hundreds of rounds. Lieutenant Parker had nearly come to the end of his ammunition. He could see his adversary preparing to fire. A couple of shots whizzed past him, close to his ear. He pulled the trigger trig-ger of his gun, and the German pilot clapped his hand to his neck. Ho was hit. In a flash the German machine had dived earthwards. Lieutenant Parker dived after him firing his last few rounds. But he had put his opponent op-ponent out of action, and he felt that his work was done. So he righted his machine and made back for the aerodrome, aero-drome, to receive, on landing, the promise from the C. 0. that he would be recommended for the M. C. And that was how "one airmon successfully suc-cessfully bombed a large enemy ammunition am-munition dump." Town Talk. ESSIE McCUjc DAVIS of undying "Yama Yaraa" fame, and widow of the late Richard Harding Davis, is returning to vaudeville after an absence ab-sence of many years. She is making her debut, if it may be called that, this week at the Palace theater in New York. With the same remarkable remark-able artistic sense that characterized her work in years gone by before the novelist married her and took her away from the stage, she has worked out an original and exquisite act which serves to bring back to the public pub-lic the Bessie McCoy of other days. XS Leona uaraar a good insurance "risk?" That has been a puzzle with a leading insurance company for several weeks. Last week the matter was settled and by payments of an ex- JH tra heavy premium, Miss Lamar is JH now insured against accident and 'H death for $25,000. Miss uamar, who ia known in Orpheum vaudeville as H "The Girl With a 1,000 Eyes," seem- H ingly possesses an uncanny power to ,H tell everything. She has made some H extraordinarily predictions that have H come true and the point the insurance H company had to argue out with itself ,H was whether she could correctly pre- ulH diet her own state of healtn and why H she wanted insurance at this time. &H Miss Lamar pointed out that the mat- !H ter of insurance might not have oc- !H curred to her if it had not been that ! one-of the company's agents solicited ! her business in the regular manner. M |