The Bell of Atri

by James Baldwin

　　

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A-tri is the name of a little town in It-a-ly. It is a very old town,and is built half-way up the side of a steep hill.A long time ago, the King of Atri bought a fine large bell, and had ithung up in a tower in the market place. A long rope that reachedalmost to the ground was fas-tened to the bell. The smallest childcould ring the bell by pulling upon this rope."It is the bell of justice," said the king.When at last everything was ready, the people of Atri had a greatholiday. All the men and women and children came down to the marketplace to look at the bell of justice. It was a very pretty bell, andwas, pol-ished until it looked almost as bright and yellow as the sun."How we should like to hear it ring!" they said.Then the king came down the street."Perhaps he will ring it," said the people; and everybody stood verystill, and waited to see what he would do.But he did not ring the bell. He did not even take the rope in hishands. When he came to the foot of the tower, he stopped, and raisedhis hand."My people," he said, "do you see this beautiful bell? It is yourbell; but it must never be rung except in case of need. If any one ofyou is wronged at any time, he may come and ring the bell; and thenthe judges shall come together at once, and hear his case, and givehim justice. Rich and poor, old and young, all alike may come; but noone must touch the rope unless he knows that he has been wronged."Many years passed by after this. Many times did the bell in the marketplace ring out to call the judges together. Many wrongs were righted,many ill-doers were punished. At last the hempen rope was almost wornout. The lower part of it was un-twist-ed; some of the strands werebroken; it became so short that only a tall man could reach it."This will never do," said the judges one day. "What if a child shouldbe wronged? It could not ring the bell to let us know it."They gave orders that a new rope should be put upon the bell atonce,--a rope that should hang down to the ground, so that thesmallest child could reach it. But there was not a rope to be found inall Atri. They would have to send across the mountains for one, and itwould be many days before it could be brought. What if some greatwrong should be done before it came? How could the judges know aboutit, if the in-jured one could not reach the old rope?"Let me fix it for you," said a man who stood by.He ran into his garden, which was not far away, and soon came backwith a long grape-vine in his hands."This will do for a rope," he said; and he climbed up, and fastened itto the bell. The slender vine, with its leaves and ten-drils stillupon it, trailed to the ground."Yes," said the judges, "it is a very good rope. Let it be as it is."Now, on the hill-side above the village, there lived a man who hadonce been a brave knight. In his youth he had ridden through manylands, and he had fought in many a battle. His best friend through allthat time had been his horse,--a strong, noble steed that had bornehim safe through many a danger.But the knight, when he grew older, cared no more to ride into battle;he cared no more to do brave deeds; he thought of nothing but gold; hebecame a miser. At last he sold all that he had, except his horse, andwent to live in a little hut on the hill-side. Day after day he satamong his money bags, and planned how he might get more gold; and dayafter day his horse stood in his bare stall, half-starved, andshiv-er-ing with cold."What is the use of keeping that lazy steed?" said the miser tohimself one morning. "Every week it costs me more to keep him than heis worth. I might sell him; but there is not a man that wants him. Icannot even give him away. I will turn him out to shift for himself,and pick grass by the roadside. If he starves to death, so much thebetter."So the brave old horse was turned out to find what he could among therocks on the barren hill-side. Lame and sick, he strolled along thedusty roads, glad to find a blade of grass or a thistle. The boysthrew stones at him, the dogs barked at him, and in all the worldthere was no one to pity him.One hot afternoon, when no one was upon the street, the horse chancedto wander into the market place. Not a man nor child was there, forthe heat of the sun had driven them all indoors. The gates were wideopen; the poor beast could roam where he pleased. He saw thegrape-vine rope that hung from the bell of justice. The leaves andtendrils upon it were still fresh and green, for it had not been therelong. What a fine dinner they would be for a starving horse!He stretched his thin neck, and took one of the tempting morsels inhis mouth. It was hard to break it from the vine. He pulled at it, andthe great bell above him began to ring. All the people in Atri heardit. It seemed to say,--"Some one has done me wrong! Some one has done me wrong! Oh! come and judge my case! Oh! come and judge my case! For I've been wronged!"The judges heard it. They put on their robes, and went out through thehot streets to the market place. They wondered who it could be whowould ring the bell at such a time. When they passed through the gate,they saw the old horse nibbling at the vine."Ha!" cried one, "it is the miser's steed. He has come to call forjustice; for his master, as everybody knows, has treated him mostshame-ful-ly.""He pleads his cause as well as any dumb brute can," said another."And he shall have justice!" said the third.Mean-while a crowd of men and women and children had come into themarket place, eager to learn what cause the judges were about to try.When they saw the horse, all stood still in wonder. Then every one wasready to tell how they had seen him wan-der-ing on the hills, unfed,un-cared for, while his master sat at home counting his bags of gold."Go bring the miser before us," said the judges.And when he came, they bade him stand and hear their judg-ment."This horse has served you well for many a year," they said. "He hassaved you from many a peril. He has helped you gain your wealth.Therefore we order that one half of all your gold shall be set asideto buy him shelter and food, a green pasture where he may graze, and awarm stall to comfort him in his old age."The miser hung his head, and grieved to lose his gold; but the peopleshouted with joy, and the horse was led away to his new stall and adinner such as he had not had in many a day.

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