Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1899-11-16
s BRIDE OF THE ADMIRAL.
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| DeWeyS bride was yet Mrs. HaZen, &
lady reporter for the New York World
called upon her in Washington anG
what ensued is disclosed herewith, anG
it all becomes very interesting in view
| of the secret marriage that has since
taken place and the strong probability
that ere many years pass this lady will
become the mistress of the white
house,
Admiral Dewey's fiancee, Mrs. Hazen
is the widow of Gen. William B.
Hazen. She was Mildred Mclean, and
is the daughter of the late WASHINGTON
Mclean and the sister of John K. Nc
Lean, the democratic nominee for gov
ernor of Ohio, and also of Mrs. Lud-
low, wife of Gen. Ludlow.
Every one who Knows Mrs. Hazen
| agrees that had Admiral Dewey
searched the wide world over he could
not have found a woman more per-
fectly fitted mentally and physically
for the proud position she will occupy
as his wife.
All over Washington in the hotels.
where one sees more of social life than
in those of any other city; at the uni
Versal afternoon tea, which f1ourishes
so wonderfully at the capital; in the
theaters, on the streets, the Dewey
Hazen nuptials seemed the only topic
OF conversation. If l heard one per-
son observe that the match was "sim-
ply an ideal one," l certainly heard
one hundred and fifty use the very
same words in the general exchange Of
sentiments and sentiment anent the
happy news.
Mrs. Hazen is rather under the aver
age size. She is entitled to the ad-
mlral's endearing diminutive, but she
does not give the impression of being
a small woman, because of the grace
with which she carries herself and the
certain proud little way her dainty
head is set upon her shoulders-an in
heritance direct from her beautiful
mother, Mrs. Mclean, who is conceded
to be the most patrician woman in ap-
pearance and bearing in Washington's
most exclusive circles. Watching Mrs.
Hazen walk across the room
stranger might conceive the idea that
there was something Of the De We're in
her manner, but once to look into her
dark eyes would instantly dispel such
an impression. Mrs. Hazen's hair is of
a reddish brown and curls naturally.
1t won't stay put up and has fascin-
ating way of breaking out in little re-
bellious curls around the nape of the
neck. There isn't a gray thread in it
in spite of the fact that the papers
have so described it.
Twelve years ago Gen. Hazen died,
and since that time his widow has lived
with her mother, whom she idolizes.
Last year by a hideous accident John
Hazen, his widowed mothers only
child, was killed. At the time Mrs.
Hazen's grief was so terrible that her
life was for weeks despaired of, and
from the date of her bereavement I'M
til the day on which the photograph
here reproduced was taken for the ex-
elusive use of the Sunday World, Mrs.
Hazen has never worn gown of other
material than crepe, nor has she gone
at all into society, except in pursuance
Of her philanthropic work, to which
she has devoted most of her time.
When in response to a note of invi-
tation from ''the dearest woman in
the world" | called at the Mclean
mansion last Wednesday, [ was ush-
cred into the morning room, bijou
apartment exquisitely decorated and
furnished in rich golden yellow. With
out ceremony MRS. Hazen came to greet
me. She looked so radiantly happy
that but for the little tell-tale lines of
pain at the corners of the mobile
mouth, carved by an awful sorrow,
she might easily have been taken for a
girl in her twenties.
We just grasped hands ard looked
into each others eyes and smiled, and
then-as any other woman would have
done-I Swallowe d something that
seemed to have lodged in my throat
and said:
I'm so glad And do tell me about
it, won't you, for really, you know, it is
such a beautiful thing'-another swal-
low-''that unless you talk to me l
think I shall get sloppy and claim the
good weep over you"
Mrs Hazen smiled the delightful,
frank, sunny smile of those years be-
fore she had walked hand-in-hand with
sorrow, and replied:
why, yes, of course | will. | have
promised Admiral Dewey l would not
talk for publication, since he prefers
should not; but for the sake of auld
lang syne I'll make this one exception
and give you an interview for the Sun
day World"
can authorized interview" 1 asked,
with much solemnity.
Yes" said Mrs. Hazen, "a real, au-
thorized interview-and the only one.
Let me see-why, l can't think of any
thing to say. Won't you have a nice
little cup of tea? Do. I'll make it for
you"
Nonsense" 1 replied. This is an
interview. Now, tell me lots Of
| things"
We'll" said Mrs. Hazen, smiling,
.'of course you know We have all
known Admiral Dewey for years and
years-you really would better let me
make you a cup of tea. No? Well,
for-oh, perhaps twenty years Admiral