The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-04-02

A Bit of fDeserIptiOnH from n New Novel
The following neat bit of description
oocurs in Mr.. Shirly Brooks novel,
''Sooner or Later" now appearing SER
tally in..England, but not reprinted in
this country, and is in that authors
best vein:
"Mr. Beaumont, having dismissed
his visitor, betook himself to his study.
The world knows nothing of its great
est men. 1t was supposed by those who
were acquainted with Mr.. Beanmont's
punctual habits in business matters,
and who heard him cited as a model OF
orderliness and propriety, that this au-
thor's Work-room was an elegant cabin
ct, in which all was neatness, and that
he wiped his pens, laid away his litter
in covered waste basket and never
linked the pretty carpet. He himself
fostered this idea, and we have heard
him rebuke even John Fletcher for
carelessness. But man is a poor crea-
ture who is not law to himself in some
matters. Mr.. Beaumont had a theory
that man should have den, some
where in the world. And he had al
ways in bachelor days contriVed to have
one, IN which disorder, as it seemed
was supreme. His wife had fitted up
and decorated the incest little room for
him, on the ground floor of the villa,
and used to put flowers there every
day, and constantly adorn it nth some
feminine fancy. And during the first
months after their marriage, Mr.. Beau
mont consented to sit, arrayed in vel
vet and coniugal red slippers, model
of an elegant auIhorcraftman. During
this time, while his chief business
was to be ready with smiling
in and asked him how he was get
ting on, and whether he wanted any
thing, and whether he should soon have
done, and while his attempts at work
are somewhat interrupted by the great
pains bestowed upon his whiskers by
his admiring wife, the elegant little
room answered its purpose very well.
But later, when the young wife acquir-
ed more repose and the young husband
had to work harder, Mr.. Beaumont sud-
denly moved himself up stairs into
garret, on which he had been casting a
secret and resolute eye. Availing HIM
self of couple of days when his wife
was visiting her parents, he basely
brought to the refined villa a cart full
of his old furniture from his bachelor
chambers-a terribly stout but hideous-
ly ugly table, a battered old desk which
bad borne up his manuscript from the
time when he was struggling into mag
azines to the time when magazines
were struggling for him, a vast oak
chest, filled with the memorials of years
of an odd life, three or four prints in
the wormiest Of frames, and huge arm
chair, which had once belonged To a
monthly nurse. This pleasant assort-
ment of goods Mr.. Beaumont conveyed
up into his garret, and dire was the as
tonishment of the little matron when,
on her return, she found the graceful
nest deserted, and the beloved bird
perched in this strange roost. But she
was TOO GOOD wife not 70 understand
the fitness of things, and the Den be-
came an institution. After a time, the
loving Alice learned to like it better
than any room in the house, and her
happiest hours were spent in the huge,
long, deep chair, reading, doing, or
working, at some very small garment,
while her husbands rapid pen was per-
forming the satisfactory chemistry
which turns ink into gold.''