for the reason that heaven must reign over hell. God was supreme.
Charles wasn't at all religious, he came of a blood which delegated to its women the rites and responsibilities of the church; but there was no question in his mind, no doubt, of the Protestant theological map; augustness lay concretely behind the sky; hell was no mere mediæval fantasy. He might ignore this in daily practice, yet it held him within its potent if invisible barriers. Charles Abbott believed it. The supremacy of God, suspended above the wickedness of Spain, would descend and crush it.
Ranged, therefore, squarely on the side of the angels, mentally he swept forward in confidence, sustained by the glitter of their invincible pinions. The spending of his life, he thought, was a necessary part of the consummation; somehow without that his vision lost radiance. A great price would be required, but the result--eternal happiness on that island to which he was taking linen suits in winter! Charles had a subconscious co
Joseph Hergesheimer -- now almost completely forgotten -- was at one time one of the most influential and popular writers in the United States. Read "The Bright Shawl" and you will see why. This story of a young American traveling to Cuba in the 1860s to help fight for the island's independence from Spain is driven not so much by action, but by the gorgeous language and rich atmospheres created by the author. Strangely mesmerizing...A perfect read for those who want to lose themselves in the exquisite words of a master writer.