He met her at the Hon. P.C.  McGovern’s Fourth Ward Association’s excursion and picnic, at which he was one of the twenty-five vice-presidents.  On this occasion Hefty had jumped overboard after one of the Rag Gang whom the members of the Half-Hose Social Club had, in a spirit of merriment, dropped over the side of the boat.  This action and the subsequent rescue and ensuing intoxication of the half-drowned member of the Rag Gang had filled Miss Casey’s heart with admiration, and she told Hefty he was a good one and ought to be proud of himself.

On the following Sunday he walked out Avenue A to Tompkins Square with Mary, and he also spent a great deal of time every day on her stoop when he was not working, for he was working now and making ten dollars a week as an assistant to an ice-driver.  They had promised to give him fifteen dollars a week and a seat on the box if he proved steady.  He had even dreamed of wedding Mary in the spring.  But Casey was a particularly objectionable man for a father-in-law, and his objections to Hefty were equally strong.  He honestly thought the young man no fit match for his daughter, and would only promise to allow him to “keep company” with Mary on the condition of his living steadily.

So it became Hefty’s duty to behave himself.  He found this a little hard to do at first, but he confessed that it grew easier as he saw more of Miss Casey.  He attributed his reform to her entirely.  She had made the semi-political, semi-social organizations to which he belonged appear stupid, and especially so when he lost his money playing poker in the club-room (for the club had only one room), when he might have put it away for her.  He liked to talk with her about the neighbors in the tenement, and his chance of political advancement to the position of a watchman at the Custom-house Wharf, and hear her play “Mary and John” on the melodeon.  He boasted that she could make it sound as well as it did on the barrel-organ.

He was very polite to her father and very much afraid of him, for he was a most particular old man from the North of Ireland, and objected to Hefty because he was a good Catholic and fond of street fights.  He also asked pertinently how Hefty expected to support a wife by swimming from one pier to another on the chance of winning ten dollars, and pointed out that even this precarious means of livelihood would be shut off when the winter came.  He much preferred “Patsy” Moffat as a prospective son-in-law, because Moffat was one of the proprietors in a local express company with a capital stock of three wagons and two horses.  Miss Casey herself, so it seemed to Hefty, was rather fond of Moffat; but he could not tell for whom she really cared, for she was very shy, and would as soon have thought of speaking a word of encouragement as of speaking with unkindness.

There was to be a ball at the Palace Garden on Wednesday night, and Hefty had promised to call for Mary at nine o’clock.  She told him to be on time, and threatened to go with her old love, Patsy Moffat, if he were late.