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My husband is descended from this James Parker. James and ELijah were the youngest sons of John T. Parker amd Polly Neely Parker. I am interested in other family lore, etc. Thanks.
"FOOTPRINTS IN TIME"; Excerpts from the Moulton Advertiser; Compiled by Myra Borden; Page # 90/91
Last Friday
The dark deed of last Friday will not be soon forgotten by the people of this place and vicinity. Blood flowed in these streets as it never flowed before. Men of strong nerves were shocked at the ghastly sight. The sun had gone down beneath the blue waves, and the dim star-light added horror to the sickening scene. Upon the ground in the red mud was the life-less form of ELIJAH PARKER. Over his body was a weeping brother, and not far away was ALEXANDER ALRED groaning in the agonies of death; and still further on the hurrying horseman caught JAMES ALRED, who was also seriously wounded. He was brought back, and with JAMES PARKER, was imprisoned in the county jail until the next morning.
The circumstances are as follows: Friday evening, JAMES ALRED and his son ALEX were in town, and under the influence of whiskey, were ready to revenge any wrong. JAMES PARKER was also in town, drinking and acting in a shameful manner. His brother, ELIJAH PARKER, seeing that JAMES was robbed of his reason tried to get him home. A negro and one of the ALRED boys wrestled in which the negro was thrown, and from this the fight was started: Result: ELIJAH PARKER was killed by a pistol shot entering his left breast, near the nipple; JAMES PARKER was badly, but not dangerously cut in several places on the body and head; JAMES ALRED was seriously cut in the back of the neck; ALEX ALRED recieved an ugly stab wound in the back, under the right shoulder blade, which may prove fatal and end his earthly career. The three living combatants have been bound over to appear at the next term of our Circuit Court; but ELIJAH, where is he? Before whose great tribunal did he appear, and was prepared for the final judgement? Before whom was he tried, and who advocated his cause? His warfare is over; over his grave a wife stands weeping, and around her feet are two fatherless little girls. Gloom, dark and thick, settles around the hearthstone. The wail of the widow is heard surging up from a broken heart; the orphan's cry comes piercing into our ears; the groans of a hoary headed father, and the sobs of an aged mother, tell of the grief and sorrow which hover around their homes. But as the heart grows sick; we lay the pen aside, and in doing so, would throw the mantle of Charity over the whole scene.
  
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