“Well,” resumed the other, “I ’ve called to acquaint you of a few facts that have come to my knowledge, and you can act in the matter as you think best.  There is a young fellow stopping at the ——­ Hotel, who came to this city a few weeks ago, and who calls himself Edward Mixer.  He is a little larger than your son, and is well dressed, and looks like a respectable boy; but for a week or two past we have suspected that he was a rogue.  He hangs around the railroad depots, and as several persons have had their pockets picked, when getting out of the cars, since he made his appearance, we began to watch him.  We have got no evidence against him yet; but yesterday I pointed him out to a New York policeman, who happened to be here, and he says he knows him well.  It seems he is a regular pickpocket by profession, and has served a term at Blackwell’s Island. [1] He was liberated last month, and came on here to follow the business where he isn’t known.  But we keep a sharp eye on him, and as we have noticed that your son is quite intimate with him, I thought it my duty to inform you of it.  I don’t suppose your boy knows the real character of this fellow, or has anything to do with his roguery; but it isn’t safe for him to be in such company, and I thought you ought to know what is going on.”

Mr. Preston thanked the officer very cordially for the information, and promised to see that Oscar was immediately put out of the way of danger from this source.  When he went home at noon, he had a long private interview with his son, and informed him of the disclosures the officer had made.  Oscar was not a little astonished to learn that the genteel and sociable Ned Mixer, whose company he prized so highly, was a thief by trade, and was fresh from a prison.  He assured his father that he knew nothing of all this.  This was true; but after all Oscar knew too much of the character of Ned to believe him to be a good boy, or a safe companion.  He had heard him swear and lie.  He had also heard him sneer at virtue, and boast of deeds that no well-ordered conscience would approve.  And yet he courted his company, and considered him a “capital fellow”!  O, foolish boy!

But Oscar’s plea of ignorance did not fully excuse him, even in the eye of his father, who did not know how little force that plea really had.

“I don’t suppose you knew his character,” said Mr. Preston; “but are there not good boys enough in the neighborhood for you to associate with—­boys that have always lived here and are well known—­without your cultivating the acquaintance of every straggler and vagabond that comes along?  I wish you would not make yourself so intimate with Tom, Dick, and Harry, before you know anything about them.  I ’ve cautioned you against this a good many times, and now I hope that you ’ll see there is some cause for it.  If this intimacy had gone on a few weeks longer, it might have ruined you and disgraced your mother and me.”