On hearing this she immediately ran into the house, took a pitcher from the shelf and filled it with water; but she had only gone a few paces back to take it to him, when, seeing the little man sit on his bag miserable and wretched, she felt pity for him, and recollecting that her husband was from home, she put down the pitcher, took a cup, filled it with wine, put a loaf of rye bread on it, and gave it to the poor old man. 'There,' she said, 'a draught of wine will do you more good than water, as you are very old; but do not drink so hastily, and eat some bread with it.' The little man looked at her in astonishment till the big tears came into his eyes; he drank and said, 'I have grown old, but have seen few people who were so compassionate and knew how to spend their gifts so handsomely and cordially as you do, Frau Elizabeth. But you will be blessed for it on earth; such a heart will not remain unrequited.' 'No, and she shall have her reward on the spot,' cried a terrible voice, and looking round they found it was Herr Peter, with a face as red as scarlet. 'Even my choicest wine you waste upon beggars, and give my own cup to the lips of vagabonds? There, take your reward.' His wife fell prostrate before him and begged his forgiveness, but the heart of stone knew no pity, and flourishing the whip he held in his hand, he struck her with the ebony handle on her beautiful forehead with such vehemence that she sank lifeless into the arms of the old man. When he saw what he had done it was almost as if he repented of the deed immediately; he stooped to see whether there was yet life in her, but the little man said in a well-known voice, 'Spare your trouble, Peter; she was the most beautiful and lovely flower in the Schwarzwald, but you have crushed it and never again will see it bloom.' Now the blood fled from Peter's cheek and he said, 'It is you, then, Mr. Schatzhauser? well, what is done is done then, and I suppose this was to happen. But I trust you will not inform against me.' 'Wretch,' replied the Little Glass Man, 'what would it profit me if I brought your mortal part to the gallows? It is not earthly tribunals you have to fear, but another and more severe one; for you have sold your soul to the evil one.'