University of Notre Dame - Dome Yearbook (Notre Dame, IN)

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HISTORY t ' 7 OU ' RE wanted at the .Main Building. The w rds were spoken in a kind, yet authoritative manner. My heart beat fast, and the color came to my cheeks. Why? I do not know — perhaps on account of the vision of Brussels that flitted through my mind, only for an instant, however. I left mv room immediately, and was soon on my way across the Quadrangle. I mounted the steps of the Main Building, and as I stood in the hall-way, on the slab which reads Salve, the President of the Information Bureau met me and greeted me with, Room X. This was a rather informal greeting, but I asked no questions. I had never been to Room X, nor did I know its occupant. Doubt, hesitation — and then I put my steps behind me and stood on the threshold of the room. 1 knocked, and wring the head of the door knob, came from within. 1 entered and beheld, seated in a chair, an elderly gentleman with a kind, pleasant face. At once 1 perceived that he was the Gardener of the l niversitv. 1 took in, witii one glance, the many plants, seeds, and the like lying about the room. He did not speak a word to me, but motioned me to a chair. He tlirust one hand forward, pointing with the other to a large clock upon tile wall, directlv in front of me. I was astounded; the clock was going backward at an awful rate. It was a shame, the way he was beating time. A minute meant about a month to us; an hour must have passed in a small fraction of a second. He had