San Antonio light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1911-1993, 1925-09-29

car DOuies anu was quito tdhcn
with one model.
The parade the next day. call II
parade for lack of = better term
was complete success. If any one
thinks Germans phlegmatic. he is not
likely 10 get a great deal of sympathy
from me, for my reception at half a
hundred places was beyond precedent.
1t is sufficient to say that when my
car returned to the Adlon late in the
evening it was loaded with flowers,
as also were two cars which followed
it. That evening there was a ban
quet in my honor, which / enjoyed
thoroughly, and a splendid dance af-
terward.
PARADE A SUCCESS
But, through all this rush and de-
spite the kindest efforts TO make me
enjoy the trip, l was becoming home.
sick. If ever anyone wanted to re.
turn to the United States it was Tom
Mix. And yet l couldn't place my
finger definitely on the cause.
Throughout the trip everyone had been
so kind, it seemed shameful to me
TO have an acute anguish to return.
But ! did have it-had had it, in
fact, for several days. Besides, We
had left Thomasina in Paris and no
small part of my heartache was direct
ed toward seeing her again.
First Thomasina, then home" ]
murmured to myself all too many
times, and then regretted it as being
a poor way 10 show my appreciation
of Europe's kindness. Yet when, the
afternoon of April 20, I waved fare.
we'll to Berlin and the train steamed
cut for Paris, i must confess was
happy.
STARTS HOME
Paris-and then home!
My story is about done. From Ber-
lin there were 90 hours in the train.
Paris-two hectic days there getting
adjusted and dreaming of my own
land. The train for Cherbourg from
the Care st. Lazare - Cherbourg
and again the jade green sea--Anx-
ious hours waiting for the tender to
put out for the Mauretania, which
lay steaming in the harbor, indolent
yet impatient.
The six days to New York passed
as il in a daze. Europe resounded
behind me. / spent the time alterBate-
" playing with Thomasina and dream
ing Of the world l had left and the
world / was about to see again. As
in a mirage, / saw once more my own
ranch at Melville. ! began to thirst
to get again before a camera-the
lure gets you, you know.
I had only the regret that Tony
was not with me. Although / had
seen him in Paris when I returned
seen him an hour after the train had
pulled init seemed years instead OF
weeks since / had ridden him.
Tony was to follow on the Aqui-
tania a week later, because his stall
already was built on that boat. But
soon, I realized, we both would be
again in California. / caught, in my
mind, a glimpse of the sunshine which
is peculiar to my state, and hung
cred for it. The ranch was as alive
in, ny memory asst l actually was
there.
No one ever successfully has de-
scribed the emotion which surges
through an American when he re-
turns to his land and first sees New
York harbor, its buildings, and the
Statue Of Liberty. / won't even at.
tempt it. But it led me to a last
gesture, for, beyond the roofs of New
York, / could see the open plains Of
nv own wild and open west.
l went into our stateroom and open
ed one of the carefully packed trunks.
What are you doins?" asked Mrs.
Mix.
packing away my European pol.
ish," l answered. I'm home, thank
God"
1.-THE Fnd.)