l's wine. When, therefore, the time
arrived for the Evil One to claim his fee, she sent her angels to drive
him away, and thus he was robbed of his prey.

The old man, having learned the danger of treating with the Devil, now
built a chapel to the Virgin in his vineyard. He lived for a long time
to enjoy the luscious wine, under the protection of the saints, and
never again did he make a compact with Satan.

Now, if anyone requires a proof of this marvellous story, is there not
the Liebfrauenmilch, most delicious of wines to convince him of its
truth?

The Maiden's Caprice

In the town of Worms there stands an old manor, built in the style of
the Renaissance and known as the Wampolder Hof. At one time it belonged
to the lord of Wampold, a wealthy noble of Mainz, who had appointed as
castellan a kinsman of his, himself a nobleman, though landless and
poor and no longer able to uphold his former dignities. In his youth the
keeper had lived a gay and careless life, but now he was old and infirm
and cared no longer for worldly vanities. His sole pride was his young
daughter, a bewitching maiden who had more lovers than one could readily
count, and who smiled upon them all impartially. With so many lovelorn
youths at her beck and call it is hardly surprising that she should grow
exacting and capricious, but this, as usually happens, only made them
love her the more.

There was one among her suitors, however, for whom she cherished a real
affection. Handsome, cultured, and, like herself, of noble birth, he
was, notwithstanding his poverty, by far the most eligible of the
youths who sought her in marriage, and the castellan readily granted his
consent to their betrothal. So for a time everything seemed to indicate
happiness in store for the young couple.

Yet the maiden remained as capricious as ever. On Walpurgis-night, when
a party of lads and lasses were gathered in the Wampolder Hof, and tales
of witches and witchcraft were being told in hushed tones, she conceived
a wild scheme to test her lover's affection: she bade him go to the
cross-roads at midnight, watch the procession of witches, and return to
tell her what he saw. The awed company protested vigorously against the
proposed test, but the girl persisted, and at last her lover, seeing
that she was already piqued at his refusal, laughingly set out for the
bewitched spot, convinced that no harm would befall him.

Meantime the company in the manor anxiously awai