entleman who came to this country from Germany
when a boy, that pumpernickel was used in the German army years ago,
and was somewhat similar to 'hard tack,' furnished our soldiers in the
Civil War. But I cannot vouch for the truth of this assertion."

"Aunt Sarah," said Mary later, "Frau Schmidt tells me the Professor
sends his rye to the mill and requests that every part of it be ground
without separating--making what he calls 'whole rye flour,' and from
this Frau Schmidt bakes wholesome, nutritious bread which they call
'pumpernickel,' She tells me she uses about one-third of this 'whole
rye flour' to two-thirds white bread flour when baking bread, and she
considers bread made from this whole grain more wholesome and
nutritious than the bread made from our fine rye flour."

CHAPTER IV.

JOHN LANDIS.

The Bucks County farmer, John Landis, rather more scholarly in
appearance than men ordinarily found in agricultural districts, was
possessed of an adust complexion, caused by constant exposure to wind
and weather; tall and spare, without an ounce of superfluous fat;
energetic, and possessed of remarkable powers of endurance. He had a
kindly, benevolent expression; his otherwise plain face was redeemed
by fine, expressive brown eyes. Usually silent and preoccupied, and
almost taciturn, yet he possessed a fund of dry humor. An
old-fashioned Democrat, his wife was a Republican. He usually
accompanied Aunt Sarah to her church, the Methodist, although he was a
member of the German Reformed, and declared he had changed his
religion to please her, but change his politics, never. A member of
the Masonic Lodge, his only diversion was an occasional trip to the
city with a party of the "boys" to attend a meeting of the "Shriners."

Aunt Sarah protested. "The idea, John, at your age, being out so late
at night and returning from the city on the early milk train the
following morning, and then being still several miles from home. It's
scandalous!"

He only chuckled to himself; and what the entertainment had been,
which was provided at Lulu Temple, and which he had so thoroughly
enjoyed, was left to her imagination. His only remark when questioned
was: "Sarah, you're not in it. You are not a 'Shriner.'" And as John
had in every other particular fulfilled her ideal of what constitutes
a good husband, Sarah, like the wise woman she was, allowed the
subject to drop.

A good, practical, progressive farmer, John Landis cons