Bragdon and Carlisle had often before locked horns in hotly contested lawsuits up in the-hills, but in addition to their legal fights for supremacy there had been one special controversy that had resulted in a big financial loss for which each held the other responsible. It involved a bitter fight over a mining claim wherein both Bragdon and Carlisle had financial interests, and both had finally lost. It was a rich property and had by decree of the courts been awarded to a third party. But the decision did not lessen the feud. The impelling motive in their political contest was not half so much, perhaps, for the honor of being state senator as it was a consuming desire in the heart of each to best and lick the other.
Some of the delegates, even those who were inclined to be friendly to Bragdon's candidacy, acknowledged that seemingly he had made no effort to pacify either Carlisle or his friends, and thus, in a way, had proven himself deficient as a political leader and standard-bearer for the party.
Others claimed that a reconciliation was impossible, that the breach was entirely too wide to be patched up at the eleventh hour. Still others were of the opinion that if the Bragdon forces would concede the chairmanship of the convention to Carlisle and his friends and thus give substantial evidence of a desire to harmonize and be friendly, past differences could be adjusted, with the result not only of Bragdon's nomination but his election as well.
Those high in the leadership of the Bragdon forces laughed incredulously and scorned to consider such a compromising surrender, and further expressed their disbelief in the sincerity of Carlisle and his crowd even if the Bragdon following were willing to make such a concession.
"No," said Big Phil Lee, Bragdon's chief lieutenant, "I'm a Kentucky Democrat, boys, as you all know, but in this fight I'm for Bragdon--a Bragdon Republican--and we've got the whip-hand and by the Eternal we will hold it. We Bragdon fellows have already agreed upon a chairman and a secretary for both the temporary and permanent organizations of tomorrow's convention, and we have selected Charlie Winter to name Bragdon in a nominating speech that will be so dangnation eloquent--well, it will simply carry everybody off their feet. He is the boy that can talk, you bet he is. Oh, you bet we've got 'em licked, Carlisle and all his cohorts. And let me tell you something else," continued Big Phil Lee, gesticulating, "we'll hold them responsible for the final result. If Bragdon's not elected, it will be because Carlisle and his gang knife him at the polls. Just let them do such a dirty contemptible piece of political chicanery and they'll be marked men ever afterwards in this senatorial district, and not one of them could be elected even to the office of dog pelter."