The age-herald. [volume] (Birmingham, Ala.) 1897-1902, 1899-11-07
DEWEY'S FIANCEE>
IS INTERVIEWED

patch.
Mrs Hazen, Admiral Deweys bride-to-be.
is al THAT could be desired from the stands
point of wealth, of culture of birth, posiA
ton, personality and splendid environments
She received me in the Mclean residence
in X street, where she has lived With her
mother, Mrs. Washington Mclean, since
General Hazen's death, ten years ago.
The admiral's fancee was having her
pictures taken. As 1 approached the red
reception room on the second floor, heard
a low voice saying: u
"Ah, but 1t seems so like vanityl'
Never mind" said Mrs. Mclean, from
the doorway; sit must be done, and it's
soon over
"Chln little higher, please" said tha
voice behind the camera.
Then the first plate was developed, and
Mrs Hazen extended a dainty, jeweed
little hand, and said with pout: Il assure
you I'm undergoing the very worst martyrs
dom there can possibly be in life."
She looked very lovely. She was gowned
in simple White organdie, the folds of the
train falling in snowy heap about her
feet
There was black velvet about her throat,
and a fine black chain, on which a lorgnette
was suspended hung almost to the foot
ruffle of her dress. She wore no color for
Mrs. Hazen still continues to wear light
mourning effects. She looked like white
lily silhouetted against tho deep red silk
of the wall hangings
She is petite, but of beautiful figure and
she is beautiful. Not with the fresh young
beauty of the girl of sixteen, for Mrs. Ha-
zen is forty-three, but wonderfully pretty,
still.
And If the first bloom of that beauty
which, when she was "Millie" Mclean.
captured all Washington and made her the
relgning beauty, season after season, has
given way to maturer charms, it is more
than balanced by the perfect manner, the
exquisite grace, the arstocratc bearing
and tact, the culture, and the rare con-
Versational ability that can be attained
only by years of experience in the proper
environment.
Mrs. Hazen is blonde Her hair is light.
with touch of the copper color and she
wears it piled high, with soft curls over
her forehead. She is individual in her style
and the fads in hair-dressng pass her by.
Her hands are dainty, and beneath her
white gown peeped a parent leather boot
that was no larger than No. 2.
Her face-there is but one feature that
fastens itself on the memory, aside from
| the sweet finesse and expression-it Is her
eyes. They are blue-very iblue-and are
fringed with black and look for all the
world like big French dolls, except that
their expression changes every moment
and they glisten like twin stars" with
merriment, with pity, or with happiness.
Mrs. Hazen is the rare combination OF
nd ial, IL,
mat. She is familiar with the ms and outs
of army and naval circles she is versed in
the affairs of state She is a leader in So
ciety, and her lists embrace both the purely
social and the diplomatic sets in Washing
ton. Her charm as a hostess is a Well-es-
tablished factor at the capital, and the pail
atial home on X street has given her ample
opportunity to prove her entertaining ge-
MUS.
Mrs. Hazen resumed her seat in the big
chair with antique frame and tapestry COW
ering, and the camera was again focused.
Look pensive, please" said the photo
grapher.
Impossible was the laughing response.
81 never could"
well, as pensive as you cam said the
photographer, coaxingly.
"All right said Mrs. Hazen, amiably,
'sout this will be dull work for Miss Hart.
I can't talk you know. I've got to pose
Never mind,' / said quickly. "Ill talk
to you. Are you happy?'
deep blush reached from the velvet col
lar to the china-blue eyes, which dropped.
"Snap!' went the camera. "Excellentr'
l cried the voice beneath the felt cover.
That one was pensive>''
And everybody laughed.
NOW for happy one
That easily taken Mrs. Hazen's ev-
cry gesture, every expression. every word
nave indicated happiness, complete for the
last three weeks.
Nov, we want one with the lips parted,''
said the important camera man. please
smile"
what, to order?'
"Try it."
But the smile wasn't real. It's quite an
embarrassing order to smile at a red chair
or brass lamp, with group of soemny
interested people looking on.
Turn the head little more to the left'
I was at the left The head turned round,
and the blue eyes met mine.
TELL me, Mrs. Hazen,' I asked, "have
you any fads?"
Yes she did have. Once she had fan
fad. but she managed to outlve it, Six of
the most beautiful specimens from as many
different people and countries hung about
her head in dainty gold frames. Some of
them were jeweled, some were of pearl, and
another of ivory. exquistely carved
mo other fad?''
mo"
mo fads for petS!'
mo
"Nor heroes?"
Another blush and a smile that grew till
row of pearly teeth We're vsiabe.
'Goodt' and voice brings us back to
the camera: i've got it,
The smile had been perpetuate.d
Its a great cross to be forbidden to
talk" said the little figure in the big chair.
Eyes; it is for her" Mrs Mclean assur-
ed me. "She likes it so well. The English
language not sufficient, so she studied
to be a linguist.''
"And what else? Do you sing?'
mo play just little
"a littler' demonstrated her sister. with
mild rabuke, for Mrs. Hazep's talent a
musician is well known
"And what do you like? The efassics?'
"Classic Melodies
'.But what particularly"
1.-THE songs without words"
"And howers?'