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Even now Glenna could picture in her mind's eyes her father shoveling creekbed gravel and sand into the hopper whose wire mesh covering screened out stones and pebbles. Then he would douse the sand that went through the screen continuously with water, washing it down and out the trough. Heavier gold was caught behind the riffles and Glenna recalled vividly the thrill she experienced when she watched her father scrape out the gold that remained behind.
But no matter how many nuggets or flakes Paddy O'Neill panned out of Clear Creek, he searched continually and tirelessly for the mother lode and greater wealth. The mother lode, Glenna knew, was the source of the gold her father panned from Clear Creek. So far the elusive riches had remained concealed from Paddy's eyes.
Once Paddy made up his mind about his daughter's future, he acted decisively and swiftly, startling Glenna with his haste. Within weeks of her sixteenth birthday she was packed off to Miss Murdoch's Boarding School For Genteel Young Ladies in St. Louis. What a change it made in her life!
Overnight she went from a wild tomboy, indulged by her father, to a sedate young lady with much to learn in order to satisfy the standards set forth by stern-faced Miss Murdoch and enforced by her equally staid staff of teachers. For four long, frustrating years Glenna longed to return to her farther and his Golden Promise, but Paddy was adamant that his only child have every advantage. So as long as Paddy and Golden Promise prospered, Glenna remained with Miss Murdoch.
"Is your father meeting you in Denver ?" Sal queried, picking up the lagging conversation that had ground to a halt while Glenna's thoughts roamed.
Startled by the question, Glenna flushed, then admitted somewhat sheepishly, "No, he doesn't even know I'm coming home. I . . .just decided I'd had enough of St. Louis and school. Besides, I haven't heard from Da in weeks. My allowance failed to arrive when it should have and I'm worried about him. I scraped up what money I had and left Miss Murdoch's behind. For good, I hope."
Sal smiled indulgently. " was it that bad? Miss Murdoch's, I mean. "
"Worse," grimaced Glenna distastefully. "I know Da expected me to stay another year and possibly find a rich husband, but I've had enough. And I don't need a husband. I 'm sick of the big city, tired of playing the lady and languishing behind closed doors unable to move about freely without prying eyes following my every move......

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Connie Mason

Untill the day he heard a miner making salacious comments about the budding beauty of his daughter, Glenna was still his little girl; a barefoot, flame-haired pixie with a touch of the auld sod in her emerald green eyes.
But when Paddy was forced to take a hard look at Glenna he saw not only those endearing features he loved but a pleasantly rounded, petite figure on the brink of womanhood; a beauty unmatched by any save her dear departed mother.
After the first gold strike in Colorado in 1859 Paddy O'Neill was one of the 150,000 brave souls who ventured forth in search of riches and fame, grubstaked by a childhood friend from Ireland who immigrated to America some years before Paddy and became a successful banker. To this day they remained fast friends through Paddy's loan had long since been paid in full.
Paddy settled first at placer camp, a community of miners that straddled cherry creek, Auraria on the southwest and St. Charles on the northeast. St. Charles, on the western reaches of Kansas Territory, was renamed Denver city for James w. Denver, then governor of the territory. In 1860 Auraria and Denver consolidated and in 1861 became the federal capitol.
When gold grew scarce in placer camp Paddy again appealed to his friend for a grubstake and filed a claim about twenty miles west of Denver on the southfork of Clear Creek, in foothills of the Rockies. It was there , at Golden Promise, so named by Paddy, that he panned his first significant find in 1865. It was also at Golden Promise that Glenna's mother, Colleen, died in childbed along with the tiny boy she carried nearly to term, leaving a thirteen-year-old Glenna motherless in a man's world. By then Paddy had gained sufficient wealth to build a snug cabin of sewed lumber and several small outbuildings. He also constructed an elaborate sluice and rocker, hiring two or more men to operate the contraption consisting of a flat wooden trough built on a slant with a shallow hopper at the high end and wooden strips or riffles nailed across the trough.
Even now Glenna could picture in her mind's eyes her father shoveling creekbed gravel and sand into the hopper whose wire mesh covering screened out stones and pebbles. Then he would douse the sand that went through the screen continuously with water, washing it down and out the trough.

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"I hope this is the last train ride I'll be taking for a long time," Glenna contended, plucking the damp bodice of her dress away from her clammy skin, wishing she had the nerve to unfasten the top buttons to allow the breeze to fan her heated flesh. "Do you plan on staying in Denver or are you just visiting?" She continued, envying Sal and her companions their low necklines and partially bared shoulders.
Pearl and Candy, both dark-haired beauties with snapping brown eyes, tittered behind their hands but were silenced by a sharp reprimand from blond, blue-eyed Sal, the oldest by a few years and clearly the spokesman of the group.
"From what we hear, Denver is growing by leaps and bounds," Sal explained confidentially, "and money pouring into town from the gold and silver mines that abound in the area. If things work out to our liking we'll stay. "
"Do you have relatives in Denver?"
Both Pearl and Candy flashed Glenna incredulous looks, but were again warned by a single glance from Sal. "No, but we have a promise of. . . jobs. There is a lot of money to be had in a boomtown like Denver and we intended to stake a claim to a share of it. "
"I suppose," replied Glenna doubtfully. It was difficult to imagine these three frivolous women finding suitable employment in a rugged town like Denver, a city still on the outer fringes of civilization despite the gold bonanza and railroad. Little did Glenna dream that in just twenty years hence Denver would escalate from just under 5000 to over 106,000 souls.
Glenna O'Neill had left Denver four years earlier at the age of sixteen to attend a finishing school in St. Louis. Against her wishes, she was quick to add when questioned. A rough and-tumble mining camp was no place for a growing girl, her father, Paddy O'Neill, had declared when he first noticed the unwanted attention his young daughter was creating among the miners and drifters flooding the area.

PROMISED SPLENDOR
by: Connie Mason
Chapter 1
Great clouds of chocking dust skipped across the plains and billowed through the open windows clogging Glenna's dry throat and settling uncomfortably on her fair skin and sadly begrimed clothing. She coughed twice ,then sneezed, glancing sheepishly at her fellow passengers only to discover that they were experiencing the same distress as the westbound locomotive spewed dust and ashes indiscriminately over everyone and everything.
Since the Kansas Pacific met with the Union Pacific and Central Pacific in 1870 travel west was made much easier . When Glenna left Colorado in 1868 the citizens of Denver , angry over the railroad's decision to bypass Denver in favor of Cheyenne , were attempting to build a spur between the two cities . Against all odds they succeeded only to have the Kansas Pacific reach their city shortly afterwards.
Glenna sighed wearily , glancing at the three other women with whom she shared the cramped seating arrangement . A woman named Sal sat next to her and directly opposite were Sal's two traveling companions , Pearl and Candy . Sal caught Glenna's eyes and flashed a friendly smile.
"A mite warm , ain't it, honey?" She sighed, fanning herself vigorously with the brim of her useless little hat . "I'd give my soul for a bath." Glenna nodded in silent agreement as did the two other women .
Through Sal, Pearl and Candy weren't the sort Glenna would normally choose as companions, they had certainly helped pass the long, weary days and nights since she had first boarded the train in St. Louis. Their speech was anything but refined and their manner of dress much too loud and suggestive for Glenna's te**es, whose own gray serge paled in comparison to the ruffled pastels of the other three ladies.

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