[Hendog]

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 that he

would conduct the interviews personally and went up into

the belfry to begin the screening process.



After observing several applicants demonstrate

their skills, he had decided to call it a day when an armless man

approached him and announced that 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 finally found a suitable 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 only 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, "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 honor his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty."



The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, but

as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet

to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest

and died on the spot.



Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at

this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.



"What has happened? Who is this man?" the first

monk asked breathlessly.



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

"but he's a dead ringer for his brother."