Had it been up to Big Jim Currie, the fallen matinee idol would have
died face down in a puddle by the back door of Harvey's eating and
drinking establishment that night. But miraculously, Currie's unarmed
victim had survived three shots fired point-blank and was expected to
make a full recovery in time to testify to the events of March 19, 1879, near Marshall, Texas, that had left a fellow actor dead and an actress bereaved.
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Maurice Barrymore
A troupe of prominent New York actors had left that city in January and
had braved the dust and alkali of a 1,200-mile train trip to present
Diplomacy, Victorien Sardou's drama of political intrigue and diplomatic
treachery, in a series of exclusive engagements across the Lone Star
State. Heading the cast in the role of a high-minded French
bureaucrat--and co-producing the play--was one of Broadway's most
sought-after leading men. The real-life drama that unfolded in March
near Marshall, an east Texas town near the Louisiana border, was unlike
any show Maurice Barrymore had ever been in before. It was a genuine
frontier show--a Western showdown.
Herbert Arthur Chamberlayne Hunter Blyth, born in India of a respectable
English family on September 21, 1849, had taken the name Maurice
Barrymore from a playbill soon after disgracing the Blyths by becoming
an actor in 1872. The public response to Barrymore had been one of
unanimous pleasure. Amid the usual array of dandified Victorian heroes,
he cut a figure of unforgettable grace, dash and masculinity. During
what was to have been a brief stint in the United States in 1875,
Barrymore became a hit in New York City. A year later, Broadway
impresario Augustin Daly offered the actor a permanent place in his
renowned stock company.
At Daly's, Maurice Barrymore found a home. There he met and married
Georgiana Drew, who was of a prominent theatrical lineage. By the summer
of 1877, each had prospered under their employer's meticulous grooming.
Georgiana was on her way to becoming one of the era's best-loved
comediennes, while Maurice had fluttered innumerable hearts as "the
handsome and treacherous lover" Raymond Lessing in the long-running
Pique.
Then, in September, Daly suddenly proclaimed himself on the verge of
bankruptcy. With Georgiana pregnant (Lionel would be born on April 12,
1878), Maurice began to look for alternate ways to make a living. A
recent inheritance enabled him to purchase the touring rights to
Diplomacy, which had enjoyed moderate success in America after debuting
to rave notices in London a few years before.
The fledgling actor-manager believed that the tour could be a financial
success. He took on a partner, Frederick Warde, and, calling themselves
the Warde-Barrymore Combination, they booked Diplomacy on an extensive
run. Warde would take one company on a series of engagements in the
Northeast and upper Midwest, while Barrymore would head to the Southwest
and perform in myriad Texas towns recently made accessible by the
railroads. In January 1879, the partners set off with their respective
companies.
By the middle of March, the Combination had good reason to be
optimistic. Audiences were appreciative, if not abundant, critics were
warm, and the production had held its own financially. In that relaxed
and congenial atmosphere, Maurice's brother-in-law, John Drew, got up
the courage to propose to the love of his life, actress Josephine Baker.
She readily accepted.
Another member of Barrymore's company, Ben Porter, fell in love through
the intervention of a portable coffeepot. The device, which Porter had
procured while a Union volunteer in the Civil War, made him the center
of off-duty attention. Late night chats over coffee with another cast
member, Ellen Cummins, grew amorous. One evening after a caffeine boost,
Porter nervously proposed. If the portly 39-year-old was somewhat
hesitant, it was only because he was already married. Since the war, he
had dutifully supported a wife from whom he had long been estranged,
while also caring for his mother, as well as his widowed sister and her
son.
The beleaguered Porter's luck now seemed about to change. As the train
headed out of Galveston, he announced to the troupe that Ellen Cummins
had consented to marry him as soon as he could obtain a divorce.
Not surprisingly, the Diplomacy performers were in high spirits when
they entered Marshall in the early evening of March 19. The little town,
known as the "Gateway to Texas" because of its proximity to both
Louisiana and Arkansas, prided itself on its reputation as a cultural
oasis, and deservedly so. It boasted several theaters, the most
distinguished being Mahone's Opera House, where the Combination would
play a single performance that night. As had been the case in the cast's
last few appearances, there wasn't an empty seat to be had in the
Mahone. The production was flawless, with Barrymore and John Drew
exceptional as the leads, Henry and Julien Beauclerc. No audience on the
entire tour had showed its enthusiasm for the play so thoroughly. Under
the circumstances, Barrymore had good reason to feel confident about the
future of his troupe.
After leaving the theater, the company repaired to the Depot Hotel just
outside of town to await a train, still some three hours away. Maurice
Barrymore, Ben Porter and Ellen Cummins strolled over to Nat Harvey's
Lunchroom for a cup of coffee. The establishment stood on the station
platform some 30 feet away from the Depot Hotel.
As they entered through the front door, they noticed a saloon that had
been set up behind a screen in the back of the large room, the front
being occupied by an eating bar. There were no other customers. At the
eating bar, Ben and Ellen ordered coffee and Maurice asked for a light
ale. Barrymore drank the beverage and then excused himself to see to the
luggage while the couple stayed on to have dinner.
While Nat Harvey took their order, a customer came in through a side
door and sat down in the saloon portion of the restaurant. He was tall
and heavy, with a large black mustache. He wore a white sombrero and a
dark frock coat. Unmistakably drunk, he called out to the owner for a
glass of ice water. Harvey strode over at once--Big Jim Currie, he knew,
was not a man to be kept waiting. Even when sober, Big Jim was known for
having a violent temper, and he had managed to stay out of jail only
through the influence of his brother, Andy Currie, the mayor of nearby
Shreveport, La. Big Jim had recently shot and killed three men under
mysterious circumstances while serving as a detective for the Texas &
Pacific Railroad. Over 6 feet tall and weighing 220 pounds, Currie's
size was intimidating enough. But the bulky fellow also wore a pair of
identical Smith & Wesson revolvers under his coat.
"I guess I better take a little budge with it," said the big man after
Harvey brought him the ice water.
"You better go slow, Jim," Harvey suggested. "You look like you've had
enough."
"No, I must have some," Currie insisted. "It's much too good a thing
around here."
Harvey complied. As Currie gulped down his liquor, he noticed Ellen
Cummins' reflection in a long mirror beside the bar. "There's a high
tossed whore if I ever saw one," he commented.
"Come on, Jim," said the proprietor. "You don't know if she's a lady or
not. She's behaved herself, and I'd rather you didn't make no such
remarks."