After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent
word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.



The bishop decided to conduct the interviews personally and went up to
the belfry to begin the screening process.



After observing several applicants he decided to call it a day when, an
armless man approached him and said he was there to apply for the bell
ringer's job.



The bishop was incredulous. "You have no arms!"



"No matter," said the man. "Observe!"



And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful
melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced
he had found a replacement for Quasimodo.



But suddenly, rushing forward to strike a bell, the armless man tripped
and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street
below. The stunned bishop rushed to his side.



When he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen
figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard moments before.



As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,



"Bishop, who was this man?"



"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,



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"BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL"....





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The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart
due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop
continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.



The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother
of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry
yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him
in this duty."



The bishop agreed to audition him, and, as the armless man's brother
stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned,
clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.



Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief of this second tragedy,
rushed up the stairs to his side. "What has happened? Who is the man?"
the first monk asked breathlessly.



"I don't know his name,"sighed the distraught bishop, but............."

























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HE"S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER"...

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