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INVINCIBLE MINNIE
ELISABETH SANXAY HOLDING
INVINCIBLE
MINNIE
BY
ELISABETH SANXAY HOLDING
NEW YORK
[Illustration: colophon]
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
COPYRIGHT, 1920,
BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
A LITTLE FOREWORD
This is not intended to be a romantic story, or a realistic story--not a
tale of anything that ever did happen, only of something which _might
have happened_. If you know a Minnie, as you very likely do, you will
admit that, whether or not she is actually guilty of such deplorable
exploits as herein narrated, she is certainly _capable_ of them. Capable
of _everything_!
CONTENTS
BOOK ONE: PAGE
THE CAMPAIGN OPENS 9
BOOK TWO:
FRANKIE’S BRIEF DAY 89
BOOK THREE:
MR. PETERSEN IS BROUGHT LOW 169
BOOK FOUR:
THE DESTRUCTION OF LIONEL 233
BOOK FIVE:
THE VICTORIOUS CONCLUSION 297
EPILOGUE 317
BOOK ONE: THE CAMPAIGN OPENS
INVINCIBLE MINNIE
CHAPTER ONE
I
Mr. Petersen rode along in the choking dust, considering the problem
with perplexity but with good-humour. After all, it was absurd.... He
wanted to be kind, but he didn’t want to be ridiculous.
In spite of himself, a grin came over his face. He was remembering his
last visit to the old lady. He had ridden out to the miserable old farm
and very politely introduced himself as her new landlord. He had bought
the place for next to nothing, and, considering this, and the
dilapidated state it was in, his sensitive conscience required that he
should reduce the rent. But he never got so far as to propose this.
The old lady received him with lofty affability and invited him to sit
down in her parlour, then left him there for a long time while she
prepared refreshments. He had waited awkwardly enough, touched by the
shabbiness of the place and its evident decline. Old mahogany furniture,
ugly in style, but _good_--once very good--and now so battered, arms
gone, legs gone, splinters torn off, cushions disgorging hair, springs
sagging. His skilful fingers longed to be at it.
She came in again, with a plate of cookies and a jug of lemonade, and
sat down at a little table to dispense them, with a regal air.
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