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, 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 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.'