Bell Ringer wanted
Bell Ringer wanted
Date: Mon, 15 Sep 1997 15:17:47 -0400
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the cathedral of Notre Dame sent
word through the streets of Paris that a new bellringer 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 decided
to call it a day when a lone, armless man approached him and announced
that he was there to apply for the bellringer job.
The bishop was incredulous. "You have no arm!" "No matter," said the
man, "Observe!" He then 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
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 sure rings a bell."
(brace yourself, there's more...)
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart
due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist (now there's
a trivia question), the bishop continued his interviews for the
bellringer 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, and 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?" the first breathlessly asked, "Who is this man?"
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but he's a
dead ringer for his brother."