THE BELL RINGER

 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.
 Just then, 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 replacement for Quasimodo.
But  suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell,  the armless  man
 Tripped and  plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his  death in  the
 Street  below.
 The stunned  bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five  church
 Steps, when he  reached the street, a crowd had gathered around  the
 Fallen figure,  drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only  moment
 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!'

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, 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!'