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The Naturalization of a City Man 
(Continued from page 367) 
it might be put into immediate use. In 
fact there were signs of recent occupation 
of the woodhouse bunk. 
Lute Logan and his man had not been 
gone many minutes when a solid tread re¬ 
sounded on the veranda, and a hearty 
knock rattled the door. Hale, hearty, reef- 
cheeked, a little puffy after his walk, a 
towering framed visitor introduced him¬ 
self. 
“My name — is Hunderson—live — up 
the road — next house,” he informed them, 
banging a two-gallon jug he had carried 
down on the floor, and depositing his walk¬ 
ing stick with a thwack on the table. 
"Logan—told me—you’d just come out — 
from the city; and I thought — maybe a 
little good cider would go nicely over the 
holidays. So 1 took the liberty of drop¬ 
ping in — we don’t stand on ceremony out 
here much you know — and getting ac¬ 
quainted. I’m your nearest neighbor, and 
have sort of looked out for this place for 
a good many years.” 
“Squire” LIunderson — to whom the old 
title stuck even into a new generation— 
was a gentleman of the old school. Be¬ 
fore taking his leave, some fifteen minutes 
later, he had won the hearts of the whole 
family. He also left them the information 
that the treasurer of the Priestly Bank, an 
old friend of Uncle Jay Rasmunsen, had 
kept the place in order and repair since 
the latter’s death. 
Supper was soon ready to serve and was 
not kept waiting. Of course the best 
things were being saved for the morrow, 
but genuine hunger is a better appetizer 
than any Ai sauce, and there was little 
left over for the dish-washers to remove. 
The combined effect of a drive in the 
exhilarating cold and the full meal was 
not long in making itself apparent. Heads 
began bobbing as they all sat before the 
cheery open fireplace and sleeping quar¬ 
ters were quickly assigned. The old house 
was warming up quite nicely and drew 
forth complimentary remarks for the fire¬ 
place, until the discovery was made that 
the sky had clouded over a south wind 
was blowing up, which had changed the 
temperature several degrees. 
Mr. Mantell, as well as the rest, fell 
into a sound sleep almost immediately, 
lulled by the sound, which he had not heard 
in many years, of rain beating upon a 
shingled roof. With it, there came to him 
a strange sense of security, of comfort, 
of protection and peace, that he had not 
experienced for a long time. 
The morning was as warm as early 
spring; the snow had largely disappeared, 
and the brown steaming hillsides looked 
like March rather than December. Rob, 
who had brought his skates, was disap¬ 
pointed until the fact that all the ice had 
been covered with snow was called to his 
attention. It wasn’t a bit like the tradi¬ 
tional Christmas day, but they enjoyed it 
immensely, just the same; particularly 
Mrs. Mantell, to whom the memories of 
