The year was 1884. William Capps, born in Tennessee in 1858 to Alex and Hennie Capps, was just twenty-six years old, not long off the farm at Johnson Station, not long out of law school, when Texas & Pacific’s eastbound train no. 305 pulled into Fort Worth from New Mexico on the afternoon of October 18.
Within hours of that train’s arrival, the young attorney would encounter a situation that had not been covered in any course in law school as he stood on a roof and addressed a mob of angry Cowtowners that was unlike any jury he would address in his entire legal career.
But let’s freeze-frame Capps on that roof for a moment and review some background: In 1882 William Capps and Samuel Benton Cantey Sr. (1861-1924) formed what would become the oldest continuously operating law firm in Fort Worth. In 1883 Capps was elected city attorney. He also would become editor of the city’s first morning newspaper, the Fort Worth Record. He would help develop the South Hemphill Heights addition (bisected by Capps Street and Cantey Street) on the South Side, serve as school board president, help to bring TCU and the packing plants to town, donate land for Capps Park, be an incorporator of Dixie Wagon Company. In 1895 he would represent the heirs of Minnie and Nannie Williams in a civil case against serial killer Herman W. Mudgett.
But right now it was October 18, 1884, and William Capps was standing on a roof looking down at a mob of people. They were angry. They were armed. And this vox populi jury had rendered its verdict: Innocent or guilty, Timothy Isaiah “Longhaired Jim” Courtright must be freed.
Freeze-frame, more background: Jim Courtright in the late 1870s had been marshal of Fort Worth. By today’s standards, law enforcement of his time was more pragmatic than principled. For example, amid the vice and violence of Hell’s Half Acre Courtright had known when to look the other way. But after Courtright had lost reelection in 1879, he moseyed out to New Mexico. There he got a job as foreman of a large ranch. Courtright’s job was to rid the ranch of rustlers and squatters. To that end, in 1883 Courtright and fellow gunslinger Jim McIntire shot to death two squatters on the ranch. (Photo from Tarrant County College NE.)
Before Courtright could be arrested in New Mexico, he had hightailed it back to Fort Worth. Here, on West Belknap at Burnett Street, he established the T.I.C. (from the initials of “Timothy Isaiah Courtright”) detective agency, although some historians say the agency was little more than a glorified protection racket.
On the afternoon of October 18, 1884 a New Mexico lawman stepped off of T&P’s eastbound train no. 305 accompanied by two Texas Rangers, extradition papers, and a murder warrant for the arrest of Courtright.
The lawmen intended to find Courtright, arrest him, and hustle him onto T&P’s westbound train no. 301 at 8:55 p.m. back to New Mexico to stand trial. They had less than four hours. The New Mexico lawman and the two Texas Rangers tricked Courtright into meeting them at Ginocchio’s Hotel (managed by John Laneri) next to the train depot south of downtown (near today’s Tower 55). The lawmen arrested Courtright at gunpoint and held him in a room on the second floor of the hotel.
So far, so good.
Now all that the three lawmen had to do was hustle Courtright next door to the train depot and onto the train at 8:55 p.m. But soon word of Courtright’s arrest spread through downtown. People feared that the three lawmen would kill Courtright for the reward on his head or take him back to New Mexico to face vigilante justice. An angry mob gathered at the hotel, both outside and in the lobby, demanding that the lawmen release Courtright. Ol’ Jim might have been a crooked marshal, but by Gawd and by graft he had been their crooked marshal.
The mob demanded to see Courtright. Each time he stood in a window of the hotel and held up his manacled hands for the mob to see, “people seemed to lose all control of themselves and yelled in most exquisite abandonment, swaying and surging the while like an angry sea,” the Fort Worth Gazette wrote on October 19, calling the scene, in the Gazette‘s hyperbolic way, “the wildest excitement ever witnessed in the history of the city.”
“Attacks on the hotel were spoken of, and the crowd was in a condition to do anything upon the word of a leader,” the Gazette wrote.
The two Texas Rangers knew that attorney William Capps was respected in the community, so they sent for him, asked him to reason with the rawhide rabble. Leonard Sanders wrote in How Fort Worth Became the Texasmost City: “Estimates of the armed mob ranged as high as two thousand.”
Capps climbed onto the roof of the station’s ticket office next to Ginocchio’s Hotel and made an impassioned speech to the roused citizens.
Capps reassured the mob that Courtright would not be harmed by the lawmen. Capps looked into the eyes of unconvinced members of the mob and appealed to the better angels of their nature.
Capps must have given the summation of his career that day because he held “the howling mob” in check long enough for the three lawmen to smuggle Courtright out the back of the hotel into a “flying ‘bus” (omnibus) and on to the safety of the jail.
But Jim Courtright would not be on the 8:55 train to New Mexico.
Of course, events of the next day at Merchants’ Restaurant would reduce Capps’s roof-top rhetoric to a footnote. But after October 18, 1884, for the remaining forty years of his legal career attorney William Capps probably was never afraid to address a little ol’ jury of twelve men good and true.
What happened to Courtright the next day at Merchants’ Restaurant?
Postscript: In 1910 Capps bought the grand Victorian home at 1120 Penn Street in Quality Hill. The house had been built in 1899 for Dr. Joseph R. Pollock. William Capps died in the Pollock-Capps house in 1925 at age sixty-seven.
The law firm that William Capps co-founded continues as Cantey Hanger.