"What have you been reading to-day?" asked the captain, throwing off his coat, pouring water into the basin from the pitcher, and beginning his ablutions. Max hung his head in silence till the question was repeated, then stammered out the title of the book, the perusal of which he was so desirous to finish. "Where did you get it?" asked his father. "I bought it at a news-stand, papa." "You must not buy anything more of that kind, Max; you must not read any such trash." "I will not again, papa; I should not this time if you had ever forbidden me before." "No, I don't believe you would be guilty of wilful disobedience to any positive command of your father," the captain said in a grave but kindly tone; "and yet I think you suspected I would not approve, else why were you so unwilling to tell me what you had been reading?" He was standing before the bureau now, hairbrush in hand, and as he spoke he paused in his work, and gazed searchingly at his son. Max's face flushed hotly, and his eyes drooped for a moment, then looking up into his father's face he said frankly, "Yes, papa, I believe I was afraid you would take the book from me if you saw it. I deserve that you should be angry with me for that and for lending one to Lu." "I am displeased with you on both accounts," the captain replied, "but I shall overlook it this time, my son, hoping there will be no repetition of either offence. Now go to your room, gather up all the doubtful reading matter you have, and bring it here to me. I shall not go with you, but trust to your honor to keep nothing back." "Oh, thank you, papa, for trusting me!" cried Max, his countenance brightening wonderfully, and he hastened away to do his father's bidding. "Just the dearest, kindest father that ever was!" he said to himself, as he bounded up the stairs. "I'll never do anything again to vex him, if I can help it." He was down again in a moment with two dime novels and a story-paper of the same stamp. The captain had finished his toilet. Seating himself he took what Max had brought, and glancing hastily over it, "How much of this trash have you read, Max?" he asked. "The paper and most of one book, papa. I'll not read any more such, since you've forbidden me; but they're very interesting, papa." "I dare say, to a boy of your age. But you don't think I would want to deprive you of any innocent pleasure, Max?" "No, sir; oh, no! But may I know why you won't let me read such stories?" "Yes; it is because they give false views of life, and thus lead to wrong and foolish actions. Why, Max, some boys have been made burglars and highwaymen by such stories. I want you to be a reader, but of good and wholesome literature; books that will give you useful information and good moral teachings; above all things, my son, I would have you a student of the Bible, 'the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise unto salvation through faith which is in Jesus Christ.' Do you read it often, Max?"