Tom McEldowney stood in front of his store the other night, watching the boys playing ball, and was waiting to devour customers, when his partner, Charles Catlin came down street. Charley had just been eating a large-sized supper and it made him a little weak in the knees, we suppose, for the walked into him whose optics were glaring base-ballwards, and the result was that in about two-and-a-half seconds Tom's hand was thrust through the window and a smashed light of glass and a badly cut arm were the things which occupied the boys' immediate attention. The wounded one has done no work since, and it is thought that he will not recover for several months, if his partner will do all the sweeping and dusting of counters and goods, until his arm gets well. ------- This newspaper item posted as a courtesy. I am not related to nor researching this family and have no further information.