ar the message.

"Know ye," cried a herald, "that whenever a wrong is done to any man, he
has but to ring the great bell in the square. A judge will go to the
tower to hear the complaint, and he will see that justice is done."

"Long live our good king!" shouted the people. "Now our wrongs shall be
righted."

And so it was. Whenever anyone was wronged, he rang the bell in the
tower. The judge put on his rich robes and went there. He listened to
the complaint, and the guilty were punished.

The people in Atri were now very happy, and the days went swiftly by.
The bell hung in its place year after year, and it was rung many times.
By and by the rope became so worn that one could scarcely reach it.

The king said, "Why, a child could not reach the rope now, and a wrong
might not be righted. I must put in a new one."

So he ordered a rope from a distant town. In those days it took a long
time to travel from one town to another. What should they do if somebody
wished to ring the bell before the new rope came?

"We must mend the rope in some way," said a man.

"Here," said another; "take this piece of grapevine and fasten it to the
rope. Then it will be long enough for any one to reach."

This was done, and for some time the bell was rung in that way.

II

One hot summer noon everything was very still. All the people were
indoors taking their noonday rest.

Suddenly they were awakened by the arousing bell:

Some one--hath done--a wrong,
Hath done--a wrong!
Hath done--a wrong!

The judge started from a deep sleep, turned on his couch, and listened.
Could it be the bell of justice?

Again the sound came:

Some one--hath done--a wrong!
Hath done--a wrong!
Hath done--a wrong!

It was the bell of justice. The judge put on his rich robes and,
panting, hurried to the market place.

There he saw a strange sight: a poor steed, starved and thin, tugging at
the vines which were fastened to the bell. A great crowd had gathered
around.

"Whose horse is this?" the judge asked.

"It is the horse of the rich soldier who lives in the castle," said a
man. "He has served his master long and well, and has saved his life
many times. Now that the horse is too old to work, the master turns him
out. He wanders through the lanes and fields, picking up such food as
can be found."

"His call for justice shall be heard," said the judge. "Bring the
soldier to me."

The soldier tried to treat the matter as a