The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1899-11-06
A SMALL BLONDE.
A Pen Picture of DeWey's Bride
TO-Be.
Hair of Copper Hue, Eyes of
Deepest Blue.
In LIGHT MOURNING.
Mrs. Hazen is 43, But Wonder
fully Pretty Yet.
A Rare Combination of AristO-
crat and Democrat.

to-be, is all that could be desired from
the standpoint of wealth, of culture, OF
birth, position. personality and splend-
id environment.
She received me in the Mclean resi-
dence on K street, where she has lived
with her mother, Mrs. Washington Nc
Lean, since Gen. Hazen's death, 10 years
ago.
The admiraTs fiancee was having her
pictures taken. AS I approached the
red reception room on the second floor,
I heard a low voice saying: "Ah, but
it seem so like vanity"
Never mind" said Mrs. Mclean,
from the doorway; lit must be done,
and it's soon over"
''Chin a little higher, please said the
voice behind the camera.
Then the first picture was taken, and
Mrs. HaZen extended a dainty, jeWeled
hand, and said, with a pOut: I assure
you, I'm undergoing the very worst
martyrdOm there can possibly be IN
life
She looked very lovely No wonder
the admiral refused to stump the cOun-
try on a campaign tour, or attend con-
ventiOns and dinners and celebrations
in distant cities.
She was gowned in simple white or
candle, the folds of the train falling
in a snowy heap about her feet. Ihere
was black velvet about her throat and
a fine black chain.o which a lOrgnette
was suspended, hung almost to the foot
ruffie of her dress. She wore no color,
for Mrs. Hazen still continues to wear
light mourning effects. She looked like
a white lily silhOuetted against the 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 a girl of 16, for Mrs.
Hazen is 43; 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 reigning beauty season after sea-
son has given way to the maturer
charms, it is more than balanced by
the perfect manner, the exquisite grace,
the aristOcratic bearing, the tact, the
culture and the rare conversational
ability than can be attained only by
years of experience in the proper en-
vironment.
Mrs. Hazen is blonde. Her hair is
light, with a touch of the copper color,
and she wears it piled high, with soft
curIs over her forehead. She is indf-
vidual in her style, and the fadS IN
hair dressing pass her by. Her hands
are dainty and beneath her white gown
peeped a patent 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 fnesse and expression
it is her eyes. They are blue-very
b1ue-and fringed with black; and look
for all the world like big French
dolls, except that their expression
changes every moment, and they glis-
ten like twin stars with merriment
or with pity or with happiness.
Mrs. Hazen is the rare combination
of aristocrat and democrat-which is a
diplomat. She is familiar with the ms
and outs of army and navy circles; she
is versed in the affairs of state; she is
leader in society, and her lists en-
brace both purely social and the diplo-
matte sets in Washington.
Her charm as hostess is a well-es-
tablished factor at the capital, and the
palatial home on K street has given her
ample opportunity to prove her enter
tanning genius.
Mrs. Hazen resumed her seat in the
big chair with antique frame and tap
estry covering, and the camera was
against focused.
tographer.
Impossible" was the laughing re-
Spouse. Il never could"
well, as pensiVe as you cam" said
the photographer. coaxingly.
'All right" said Mrs HaZen amiably,
''but this will be dull work for my part.
I can't talk, you know; I've got to
Never mind I said quickly, 'T'u
talk to you. Are you happy?"
A deep blush reached from the velvet
collar to the china-blue eyes, which
snap! went the camera.
Excellent cried the voice beneath
the felt cover. That one was pensive."
y
"And now for happy one"
That was easily taken. Mrs. HaZen's
every gesture, every expression, every
word has indicated happiness complete
for the last three weeks.
Now we want one with the lips part
ed said the important camera man.
please smile"
What, to order?'
s'Try it."
Bat the smile wasn't real It's quite
an embarrassing order to smile at a red
chair or a brass lamp, with a group of
solemnly interested persons looking on.
Turn the head a little more to the
left"
round and the blue eyes met mine.
Tell me, Mrs. Hazen." 1 asked, have
you any fads2"
yes. she did have. Once she had a
fan fad, but she managed to Outlive it
Six of the most beautiful specimens
from as many different people and
countries hung above her head in
dainty gold frames. Some of them were
jeweled, some were of pearl and anoth-
er of ivory, exquisitely carved.
mo other fad?"
No fads for pets2'
Nor heroes?''
Another blush. and a smile that grew
TIL row of pearly teeth We're visible.
Good" a voice cried. bringing us
back to the camera. I've got it!'
The smile had been perpetuated.
ITS a great cross to be forbidden to
talk" said the little figure in the big
chair
Yes, it is for her" Mrs. Mclean as
T Isb Ian me- she likes it SO vel the Eng
studied to be a inguist"
And what else; do you sing?'
mo; play-just a little"
a little" remonstrated her sister, with
mild rebuke, for Mrs. Hazen's talent as a
musician is well known.
And what do you like? The elassics?'
Classic melodies
And what particularly