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THE STARS IN THEIR COURSES.
"It's been a great day--great." Orlando Guise leaned lazily on the neck of the broncho he was riding, peering between its ears, over the lonely prairie, to the sunset which was making beautiful the western sky.

It was as though there was a golden fire behind vast hills of mauve and pink, purple and saffron; but the glow was so soft as to suggest a flame which did not burn; which only shed radiance, colour and an ethereal mist.

All the width of land and life between was full of peace as far as eye could see.

The plains were bountiful with golden harvest, and the activities of men were lost among the corn.