The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1923-02-11
HER GOLDPOT
PROVES To BE
FULL Of MUD
"Never Again." Says Pretty
17-Year-0Id Girl Who Ran
After Rainbow, But in Vain
RETURNS TO TYPEWRITER
Man She Accompanied on the
Treasure Hunt in Michigan
Arrested for Borrowing Auto

CHICAGO, Feb. SIT was the
lure OF buried treasure that took
i. Irene Drouillard, seventeen, Of
Windsor, Ontario, away from her
typewriter and her ledger and the
modest salary that is paid for her
services as secretary.
She wandered afield seeking a
modern Treasure Island. She had
dreams of yellow gold in ample
heaps, of mink coats custom-made,
limousine, Belgian police dogs, i'm
ported golf clubs, winters at Palm
Beach and all that.
But the pot of gold at the foot
of her rainbow proved to be yellew
mud. Her Treasure Island was a
potato patch, and her dreams were
replaced by the following realities:
She lost an earring; she caught a
cold, and she ruined one pair of
radio boots, one winter suit, one
fall hat and one hitherto flawless
disposition.
BACK AT TYPEWRITER.
consequently she is back with
the typewriter and the ledger, very
content with the modest salary and
very anxious to say to all those
who mention Treasure Island,
Never again.
Miss Drouillard was one OF the
two women who accompanied Ru-
fus Ross, twenty-seven, on his
treasure hunt to Glare, Mich, the
journey that caused him to leave
a borrowed automobile at a Clare
garage and thereby come before
Judge Heston to plead not guilty to
q charge of larceny by conversion.
when I answered Mr.. Ross
ad," Miss Drouillard said, ST
thought I was going to do detec-
tive work. But he said he had
occult powers and that if I would
let him hypnotic me / would be
able to find things lost. I thought
that was so funny that I took
the job.
LAUGHED AND LAUGHED.
'.At first he sent me out among
his friends, trying to find out pros
poets for whom we could locate
things. OF course, I thought it
absurd and laughed and laughed.
But he would always say, Think,
think in the shadow land, and
you'll be able to say where" Some
times I'd make a good guess and
then I'd laugh all the more"
sBut Mr.. Ross received letters
from Oklahoma and Texas asking
him to go there and locate oil. He
said we would all take trip down
there, but that there was $175.000
out near Clare that he wanted to
get first.
He said that sixteen years ago a
daring mail robber, hard pressed
his treasure out there. He said ali
we needed to find it was only power
Of location.
az laughed at that, too, but one
rainy morning Mr.. Ross and Mrs.
Vivian Asch, who had a job like
mine, and I started out in an au-
tomobile he had borrowed.
TT LOOKED LIKELY.
cit rained constantly and I was
drenched to the skin and so, when
Mr.. Ross stopped the machine at
the edge of a potato field and said,
This looks likely, I headed straight
toward an old stump. It looked
less muddy there.
"But Mr.. Ross thought that was
where the treasure was, so he start
ed digging. He dug down eight
feet and found nothing but a
woodchuck hole. Finally we start
ed back and then we found the
rain had ruined the magnetic on the
automobile.
"Mr. Ross had it towed into a
garage. I guess that's where the
trouble started that took Mr.. Ross
to court. But the car was an aw-
full old thing anyway. 1t won't
take him half as long to pay for
it as it will me to replace my.
ruined clothes.
"And treasure hunts? Never
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