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Demetrio's brisk, imperious tones of order brought them abruptly to a halt. They dismounted by the side of a hill, protected by thick huizache trees. Without unsaddling their horses, each began to search for stones to serve as pillows. At midnight Demetrio Macias ordered the march to be resumed.
All those who desired to be thought cultivated mourned his fate. His few poems of moderate merit became generally known and admired, and his melancholy history continued to be the theme of songs and ballads, until, in the poetry of Lope de Vega and Calderon, the name of Macias passed into a proverb, and became synonymous with the highest and tenderest love.
That's why Villa and Natera and Carranza are fighting; that's why we, every man of us, are fighting." "Yes ... yes ... exactly what I've been thinking myself," said Venancio in a climax of enthusiasm. "Hey, there, Pancracio," Macias called, "pull down two more beers." "You ought to see how clear that fellow can make things, Compadre," Demetrio said.
Do you remember that damn jail at Escobedo, where we stayed together for over a year?" Without removing his cigar from his lips, Demetrio, buried in a sullen silence amid the bustle and uproar, offered his hand and said: "I'm delighted to meet you!" "So your name is Demetrio Macias?" the girl asked suddenly.
It was, indeed, rather a dramatic love-poem than a play, in the modern sense, and it depended altogether for its success upon the two characters of Macias and Elvira. In devising the character of Macias the Italian author had made use of a traditional Spanish type, which has its historical sources, and has inspired many a Spanish poet from the fifteenth century downwards.
Macias is arrested after a tumultuous scene, and is led away, shaking off Elvira's efforts to save him with bitter contempt, and breaking loose from her with the prophecy that in every joy of the future and every incident of her wedded life, the spectre of his murdered love will rise before her, and 'every echo and every breeze repeat the fatal name, Macias.
"I'm crazy ... about Blondie ... now." Like neighing colts, playful when the rainy season begins, Demetrio's men galloped through the sierra. "To Moyahua, boys. Let's go to Demetrio Macias' country!" "To the country of Monico the cacique!" The landscape grew clearer; the sun margined the diaphanous sky with a fringe of crimson.
But Solis' story proved so charming, so convincing, that before long he found himself repeating it as gospel truth. "Natera is a genius!" Luis Cervantes said when they had returned to the hotel. "But Captain Solis is a nobody ... a timeserver." Demetrio Macias was too elated to listen to him. "I'm a colonel, my lad! And you're my secretary!"
Why, almost all the modern tragic plays have their passages of relief, but the texture of Elvira is so much the same throughout, I cannot conceive a greater demand on any one. And then you must consider your company. Frankly, I cannot imagine a part less suited to Mr. Hawes than Macias; and his difficulties would react on you. 'I can choose whom I like, she said abruptly; 'I am not bound to Mr.
"General Demetrio Macias," Luis Cervantes said solemnly, "it's a banquet all of your old friends and followers are giving in your honor to celebrate your victory at Zacatecas and your well-merited promotion to the rank of general!" "General Macias, I want you to meet my future wife," Luis Cervantes said with great emphasis as he led a beautiful girl into the dining room.
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