The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . —Va y avoir an Jardin des Plantes un Insectar-ium otisquon verra les insectes dans leur travail. —Cfidee!.... Des fois que nous nous exhiberionsen personne, comme Insectarium ? —LcRirc (Paris). Painting bII c. 11. Jcffrri/s CourUgy of Robert /i.<h€rPAPINEaV IHE kk.vtor —See Page 16S THE Canadian Magazine VOL. XXXVI TORONTO. DECEMBER, 1910 No. 2 THE TWA MACS BY MARJORIE L. C. PICKTHALL niu^tmthiis bii ./. ir. Bmllij Is sgiath a bhreacain au suamli s a ghaoith.Mar gathaibh or bhiiidh—?— A DOOR opened vi

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The canadian magazine of politics, science, art and literature, November 1910-April 1911 . —Va y avoir an Jardin des Plantes un Insectar-ium otisquon verra les insectes dans leur travail. —Cfidee!.... Des fois que nous nous exhiberionsen personne, comme Insectarium ? —LcRirc (Paris). Painting bII c. 11. Jcffrri/s CourUgy of Robert /i.<h€rPAPINEaV IHE kk.vtor —See Page 16S THE Canadian Magazine VOL. XXXVI TORONTO. DECEMBER, 1910 No. 2 THE TWA MACS BY MARJORIE L. C. PICKTHALL niu^tmthiis bii ./. ir. Bmllij Is sgiath a bhreacain au suamli s a ghaoith.Mar gathaibh or bhiiidh—?— A DOOR opened violently. Ian, Ian! or bhuaide no greine—— *Ian, Ian! Avhere did you hearthat teffle of a song? Up the water, sir^ Will I besinging it in the English ?—On the waves of the wind his plaid would runLike yellow beams of the setting sun? Be quiet, boy. You will not besinging it at all. Sulky silence fell in the barn. OldAngus went back to the stable andthe potatoes he was sorting, but hishands were not quite steady, and hisfar-sighted eyes looked out of thewindow and up the river to the littlehouse on the other bank. He couldnot see it to-day through the graysheets of rain, but he knew it wasthere, as it had been for forty years.And Ross MacLe