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There Is only one letter "s" between ■peculation an I peculation. Cecil Rhodes did pretty well with his 130,000.000. but wall till Russell Sage's will is read. Occasionally a woman uses a ham mer to drive a tack—if there is no hair brush handy. Cecil Rhodes an I Napoleon ought to get in a comer by themselves and have a nice long talk. J. Plerpout Morgan's favorite eight inch cigar would seetn to be a merger of several smaller cigars. Some pretty women are uncouscious of their beauty, but the majority are not even momentarily forgetful. Even If the Philippines do not great ly strengthen American trade they will add Spice to it. Also tobacco and hemp. There Is said to be a large tract of rich farming ^aiul in Alaska. Doubt less many people will go there to rais» winter apples. A Kansas paper advises preachers to build side doors to their churches. It says, "Some men would enter bom force of habit." . The wife of a New York professional beggar had her diamonds stolen and has ruined her husband's busiress by making a fuss. It is needless to say that Col. Jack Chinn of Kentucky refuses to recog nize Mr. Joe Chinn who shot at a friend and tilt a colt. had and man The had the ey She ally the So ing and It that he not In see, one of told aud out are Museum managers complain of the lack of frerfks. Physical freaks may be scarce, but there set ms to be no lack of the intellectual variety. The minister who asks, "How are the dead raised up?" might secure the desired information by applying to some enterprising medical college. It is said that laws to punish those who attempt suicide are never enforc ed. Probably it Ls considered that the culprits are wretched enough without further punishment. A German author has published a dictionary of cuss words. He has found 25.000 of them. If they are all Gerinau it will be pretty hard to keep that language from spreading. An error of $2,000,000 in the ac counts of an Indiana railroad company was quickly discovered. Such a trifle might have bt l eu completely overlook ed had the company's business been in the hands of certains captains of in dustry who are accustomed to looking after big figures only. According lo Rev. Thomas Dixon the American people have the courage of the Celt, the uobilily of the Norman, the vigor of the viking, the energy of the Augie, the tenacity of the Saxon, the daring of the Dane, the gallantry of the Gaul, the freedom of the Frank, the earth-liuuger of the Roman aud tile stoicism of the Spartan, but what does all this amount to wheu we ure assur ed by a correspondent of William Wal dorf Astor's paper that America is "un bearable for gentlemen ?" The civil service commission seems determined to overdo the "examina tion" business, and in this spirit has ordered annual examinations of its own employes, whether they are up for pro motion or not, witli the expectation, so It is said, of securing the adoption of such a policy throughout the classi fied service. The truth of the matter ls that the "examinai ion" business is the least valuable of all the features of reform in the civil service. Judged by Its standard, business. veterans would fail before high school boys aud girls young enough to be their grandchil dren. The only real occasion for an examination Is upon eutering the ser vice. Such entry from private life should be coudued to the lower branches alone, all other places to lie filled by promotion on efficient ser vice. ing life ber a to a to to This ls an age of wonders as well as of expansion, and for this reason v.e ere the less surprised wheu we read In a New York paper that six young men of Rhode Island "went deliber ately to a luncheon given by six so ciety buds" aud "ate all their j'ouug hostesses cooked." Now, if we were called upou to eat a young society bud, however tender and toothsome, we should undoubtedly prefer her cooke 1; but with ail our strenuous notions and our new Ideas gained from our Asiatic possessions, we do not think the prece dent a good or safe one. A girl uiay be pcetty enough to eat. but It does not follow that she should be eaten, either cooked or raw. For that matter, we always thought Rhode Island was fa mous more for Its turkeys than for Its women, and we hope that the next time this temptation presents Provi dence will appear in the nick of time, as la the memorable case of Abraham and Isaac, mad designate a turkey caught fast la the thicket. Once upon a time a man and a woin looked like the fairy prince ! la their dreams. Na feeeu good to him.« He also had money and position. Re knew hla grandfathers back to great-great-great, and in all the land there was not a man who appeared better in society. The mothers of a hundred daughters angled for him. .Then came a girl. She had beauty that made you think of the sun. Health was In her veins and ambition in her breast She had mon ey and position and everything that most girls crave and many have not. She not only read novels, but occasion ally wrote one.' The world called lier brilliant and persons who didn't know anything about It. snid the man and the woman were made for each other. So they were married, and the wed ding was worth n page in the morn ing papers There were bushels of cut flowers and loads of wedding presents, and a mob of people not in society were kept back by the police. After It was all over the bride and the groom went to a palace where persons were hired to do everything but think for them. And a great pain entered the woman's heart, and the man was bored. There is a little winged god that belongs to every happy home, but he wasn't to be found In the palace— not In the garret—not In the parlor, where the carpet was as thick as moss In the woods—not in the dining-room, where silver and cut glass were strewn —nowhere In that home of riches. You see, In that wedding they left out the one thing that makes a marriage real —Love. And there you have the Btory of Nua Larre Duryea and Chester B. Duryea, which has reached vhe New York divorce court. He called her a "slob" and an "idiot." She says he told her she had the face or a criminal aud was the kind of woman who would elope with the butler. They left out love, and a home can not be made without it Pile up wealth and deco rate a palace but without sympathy, sincere affection and mutual under standing the men add women who wed are inviting disaster. For the vast majority of self-respect ing men throughout the modern civil ized world the ability to perform some useful work is among the most important of the things which make life worth living. However highly men may value their leisure, however much they may prize their pleasures and comforts, they are. after all, incidental. Even among men of wealth the num ber of those who abandon all useful oc cupation and give themselves over to idleuess is small. All men shrink with dread from the idea that it may ever be said of them that they have outlived their usefulness. Man, in short, is de pendent upon his toil in more ways than one. It may not be true that work is his "reason for being," but It ls a very large and important part of his being! It is his lasting solace and re source—the one thing which remains to him after nearly everything else in life has been taken away. In taking up the question of an "age limit" and op : posing the practice which tends to dis qualify men over 45 years of age as too old for useful labor, the Chicago Federation of Labor is flghting against a cruel and senseless discrimination. At 45 men still have twenty-five years to live before their allotted span ls run. The majority of them have from fifteen to twenty years of very useful activity before them. Frequently men attain their fullest and best powers at 50. when any loss of mere manual dexter ity is more than compensated for by experience and ripened judgment. In deed. It may be set down as a general truth that among men who have lived sober and careful lives the years im mediately following 45 are among the liest. It is a trite declaration that the present age Is the young man's age, but the men who are young to-day will themselves be 45 to-morrow. Neither they nor their elders can afford to em brace the false hypothesis that the la bor rnnrket with propriety can be regu lated liy an arbitrary adjustment of age limits. The labor supply Is regu lated by the number of sound and capa ble men who can work, be their age 25 or <10. It would be an absurd economic doctrine, under present conditions, which held that the activities of the world were to lie enrried on by men between certnin ages, and that all oth ers must consent to he shelved as unfit for further service. Tbe Blushing Tiee. Among the many wonders of the vast Florida swamps there is nothing more surprising than the blushing tree. It actually blushes when the rain falls upon It. The mysterious and beautiful glow of color wh'.cli it assumes in a rainstorm baffles description. As the rain drenches a tree, gradually, yet un mlstakabiy, the green hue gives way to pink. In a few minutes the green fades from sight. Ouly in a few half-hidden spots, beneath broad branches aud on its trunk, is there a tinge of green to be seen. The tree is as pink os the cheeks of a healthy girl. After an hour or more, when the shower Is over, the tree assumes its familiar greeu once more. As It is changing back, the spec tator suddenly realizes the secret of the phenomenon. Certain tiny insects, and not the tree itself, change color. These peculiar parasites are possessed of the power of chameleons. In the bright warm sunshine they are greener than the tree on which they live, but when the chilly rain falls upon them they contract their tiny backs ana be come a pretty pink tint Millions of these change tbe color of the tree and make it appear to be blushing. Many Varieties of Rice. More than twenty varietlee of rice are known In the PhUippinea; but, though this cereal Is so Important to tbe natives, not enough of It Is pro duced to supply their needs, and large quantities have to b* *mported an nually. It a j THE BABIC.cn OÉÜTIME. Sweet are children in the morning, in the afternoon or night. In their dainty frocks of red and blue, nr gowns of simple white: In their play up in the playroom, in the yard or on the lawn. But they're sweetest when It's oedtime. and they get their "nighties'' on. Little ghosts of white a-mmping o'er the bed and through the room. In the season of a lifetime they're the « rosy month of Jnne: Little ghikts of white a-marching to the music of their laugh. And the one who e'er would miss it sees in life its minor half. Little curls a-dangling frowsy—to the heads a fitting wreath. Little gowns a-hauging loosely, and the peeping feet beneath;. Merry monarchs of the household and their love is as the fawn. And they're sweetest when it's bedtime and they've got their "nighties'* on. Oh, the clear notes of their laughter, and the patter of their feet, As they romp and chase each other in the game of hide aud seek— Hives a hint of faint suspicion of the world that is to be. For the Master taught us, saying: "Suf fer these to come to me." Soon fatigue o'ereomes the players, and the white brigade is still, And the "Now I lay me" whispered with a pleading and a will. Oh. the wee tots are in slumber and their dreams are in repose. For the clearness of a conscience rivals beauties of the rose. And the white, upturned, sweet visage adds to innocence the charm Of the soul reposing trust upon the guar dian angel's arm; Oh, the sweetest-scented nectar flowing from this life is gone. If you cannot see the babies when they get their "nighties" on. Indianapolis Press. A RAPID PROMOTION t HE day was one of October's rar est. The car windows were all open, and the swift motioh creat ed a pleasant draft, that carried no suggestion of coughs or colds with It. It was car No. 511 of the main line, and the conductor was No. 381. He was a pleasant appearing conduc tor, was No. 381, young and well built, with brjght gray eyes, aud his cap tilt ed back on his head in true boyish fashion. He was an alert conductor, too, and keenly alive to tbe responsibil ities of his place. He helped old la dies and children aboard, he made the passengers sit closer, he kept a sharp supervision over all the details. There was a tall man with gray hair and a white mustache on the back plat form, a very well-dressed man, wbo seemed deeply interested In tbe trip. He had boar.ied tbe car while No. 381 was inside collecting fares, and, as ibis collecting process took some time, the gray-haired man had a chance to make a study of the roadbed as the car rum bled along. He was looking over the platform rail when No. 381 tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Fare, please." The gray-halred man slipped his fin gers into his change pocket and drew out a half dollar. As he pushed It to ward No. 381 he slightly turned his head. "George!" He couldn't repress a lit tle start of surprise. "Hello, father," said No. 381, as he thrust the coin into the proper pocket, "Tickets?" "No," replied the gray-halred man with some sharpness. He stared hard at No. 381 as he counted out the chauge and thrust It Into his hand. "Transfer?" "No," snapped the older man. "HowMre you, father?" "Well enough. How is it with you?" "Fine," laughed No. 381. Then he looked a little wistfully at the gray haired man. "I wouldn't mind shakin hands with you, father. It's four years, you know, since I had the chance." The old man slowly put out his hand, and No. 381 gave it a warm pressure. "Getting down to the husks, George?" "Husks, father? Oh, I remember now. You allude to the unfortunate young man in the Sunday school les son. the young man who lived on husks and tended swine. Yes, yes. But there have been no husks on my menu, fath er, and the end seat car hog is the nearest approach to the porkers. No, I get three good meals a day and car ry home my $12 every Saturday night. He laughed as he said it, bis eye on the interior of the car. • "But cau't you get something better than this?" "Haven't tried. You see, this was the best I could do after being thrown out of a better job by the burning of the bicycle factory, and I promised the trolley superintendent that I would stay in the employ of tbe road at least a year if they'd take,me on, and just six months of it have passed. Change here for tbe Ellingwood belt line. The old man followed No. 381 with his keen gray eyes, that were very much like the conductor's, tlioqgh deep er set, and a new light came Into them, "You are married, George?" "I wrote you that I was, father." There was a little silence. "Aud I have a little boy, father, 3 years old. I wish you could see him. Why can't yon? We live at No. 37 Cornwall street, close to the end of this line. You'd be very welcome, father. The face of tbe old man hardened, and he shook hla head. to is I "I have Very little time," be said, "i am here on important business." "Very well," said No. 881 quietly. "You'll be welcome any time." Then he added: "I take the down car here. Good-by." He leaped off, caught the rail of the approaching car, waved his hand and was gone. The old man sighed as he turned back. Somehow he seemed to have lost all interest. In the condition of the roadbed. When the end of the line was reach ed, he stepped from the car and looked about him. Then he walked over to the starter's little station. "Will you kin-vly. direct me to No. 37 Cornwall street?" lie said. Ten minutes later tbe gray-halred man knocked at the door of the little cottage on Cornwall street. A neat young woman responded. It was not a favorable hour for calling, but the young woman bore a trim appearance, her hair was nicely arranged, and there was an air of refinement in her greeting that the old man liked. "This is the home of No. 381, I be lieve," he said as he raised his hat— "I mean of George Glazier." "Yes, sir, but he Is not at home. He will not be at home until six." "1 have come some distance to see him," said the gray-halred man. She looked at him with a new inter est. He was an old man, and she ran cled he looked tired. "Will you come In and rest?" she asked In her gentle voice. "Perhaps you can leave a message." "Thank you," be said, and followed her Into the pleasant little parlor. His keen gray eyes traveled about the room and returned to the woman. "1 beg your pardon," he said, "but would you mind giving me a little of your time?" She looked at him wonaertngly and then seated herself. "You can't really be happy here." he said abruptly. She started at tbe suddenness of the remark. "1 do not know what you mean," she said. "1 mean that this little house, this lonesome neighborhood, the lack of nice clothes, the fact that your hus band Is but a poorly paid employe, the desire for those things that Just a little money would secure, must make you discontented at times." Her color rose. She held her dimpled chin a little higher. "Do I look discontented?" she asked. "Could I be discontented with so much to be thankful for? We have our health, we have a cosey home, we have our little Stephen." "Eh!" cried the old man. "You have what?" "Our boy, our baby boy. Ills name is Stephen." "His name is Stephen," the old man repeated, and was silent for a moment. Then lie gently added, "May I see him?" "He ls asleep," replied the young mother. Then she looked at the gray haired man a little severely. "1 trust," site said, "that your business with George is not planned to make him dis contented. I think you will fail. We are both agreed that George Isn't ap preciated at his true worth—at least I have tried to make him think so. Hut he Is doing the best he can. What could he expect? He came out of col lege without the slightest knowledge of what earning a living meant, and then he met me. Perhaps we were wrong, but we were young, and George braved his father to marry me. Well, it was something of a struggle, but we met it with courage, and we never de spaired." She threw a defiant little look at him as she uttered the last words. "1 had uo desire to hurt your pride," said the gray-liaired stranger. "If did, I beg your pardon. Lonely old men grow peculiar, you know. But, here, 1 fancy I can explain a little or the business that brought me to your home. I came to the city to buy a con trolling interest in the company that employs your husband. I have been looking over the property, and in do lng so ran across him. I—I liked his appearance, but at the same time 1 am free to say that to my mind he is not tbe man for the place." He paused and cleared his throat, the young worn an steadily regarding him. "He told me that be had promised to remain in the employ of the company a year. I suppose he will keep bis word?" "He always keeps his word." "Does he look for promotion?" "Yes. He hopes to be made a start er at the barns when the year is out.' "Yes. Well, as I have made up my mind that he is not thé man for con doctor, I mean to offer him somethin a little better. If he shouldn't care for the startersblp. how would barn boss or assistant superintendent suit him?" The young woman smiled faintly. "There is no question about It," she said. "Perhaps he would like the superin tendency?" the old man added. "He would," murmured the young woman. "Very well," Bald the gray-halred man. "Between you and me we will con slder him successfully promoted through all these grades." He leaned a little forward. "The fact Is," he slow ly said. 'T am going to make him secre tary of tbe newly organized company at what I think he will consider a very attractive salary." He paused and looked sharply at the young woman, who had turned her eyes from him and was staring Intently at the pretty carpet "Are you laughing over there?" he asked. "No," she quickly answered. "Pm crying." Then she arose and crossed over to t^e old man and took bis hand and bent down and lightly kissed his cheek. "This Is very, very good of you, father Stephen Glazier," she softly said. "Pooh! pooli!" he cried. "And you knew me all the time, and yet bad pever N seen me?" \ I knew your voice the Instant you spoke," said the young woman. "It is just like the voice of George." The old man looked anxiously toward tbe Inner door. Isn't that boy Stephen awake yet?" he asked. That evening.George's smiling wife met George at the door, and put her arm about his neck as she stopped him in the hallway. "Why. what Is It, Millie?" "We have a visitor, dear." 'Ts-IS It father?" She slipped away from him and open ed tbe parlor door, and George looked In. The old man was sitting In the cosi est chair In the dimly lighted room, and on his knees, with his sunny head pil lowed against bis breast, sat the little boy. As the keen gray eyes rested on George's smiling face the old man held up bis hand. "Hush!" he whispered. "Stephen's asleep!"—Cleveland Plain Dealer. ^ HONORING THE PRINCE. Heary't Engine Didn't "Tank Up" In Mlmnvlll«» Bad to Delate. The little hamlet of Mlggsviile was greatly excited. Prince Henry, the Kaiser's handsome sailor brother, was to visit thé* tiny village, and everybody was In a quiver. Mlggsviile was a wa ter station, and It might take all of ten minutes for the locomotive to tank up, and during that time tbe prince would be with them. "They're bound to stop for water, ' said John Millington, tbe station mas ter. "Well, there's one thing certain—they won't stop for beer," satd illm Pettus, a gray-halred lonnger. Mlggsviile Is a dry town. "I'll bet Jim thinks It's a pity thet locomotives don't tank up at brew'r les," skid Cy Bragglns, as he sliced a fresh sliver from a pine packing case. "Well, o' course we got to do some thin'," said Ike Selvldge, who was widely recognized as a hustling citizen. 'We want to show our friendly feeling same as the other places. We've got to get up a program." What kind o' programme?" asked Abe Barnum. "Well, the girls at the 'cademy can come out in white dresses." said Ike. "Too cold fer white dresses," said Pete Hammond. "They can come out anyway an' wave flags." said Ike. "An' we'll get out Joe Morgan's anvil an' fire it jest as the train comes in. An' o' course the band'll have to get together and practice an' play somethin' German." The band!" snorted Pete. "Why. they habit' played together since last July. An' I don't b'lleve they know anything German." "They klu practice," said Ike sol emnly. And so on the eventful day the sta tion at Mlggsviile was a lively sight. Pretty nearly everybody in town was there, the academy girls were drawn np in'line, each with a Hag, the leading citizens in their liest clothes filled the background, and at one corner stood the baud, seven men strong. There was a hoarse boot, a distant nimble, a preliminary cheer, and then an awful turmoil of sound paralyzed the listening ears. It was the Miggs vllle cornet band playing the "Wacht am Rhein," with variations. On came the roaring train. On, on, and then, with a wild screech. It flew by and was gone. That derned band skeered the loco motive," snid Pete Hammond. And then, says the Cleveland Plain Dealer, everybody went home. BRAIN WORK AND OLD AGE. In Kealma of Art and Mnalc It Would Seem Not to Shorten Life. There Is a theory extant that exces sive brain work wears out the body faster tlmu physical labor, but It is a theory that is met with u contradiction In the world of art aud music. The great composers and the famous paint ers seem to defy age and are reaped only when they have lived for many years on borrowed time. Michael Augelo was made architect of St. Peter's at the age of 71. Most men are nearly through at that mile stone, but he held the office under four Popes and died In bis HOth year. There was Andrea Della Robbia, who painted sweet-faced, plump cherubs that were and are the admiration of the world. He kept on painting cherubs and al most forgot to die. He passed away at the age of 1)3. Canova died at 76 and the famous Verboeckhoven at 82. Thing of Titian, whose colors were the marvel of the world; He was found painting in bis studio at 88 and royally entertained a king of France at 87. He was so hale and robnst that the end seemed far off. but he was cut down by tbe plague. Recently Thomas Sidney Cooper died in London. He measured his life by his achievements,, not years. He was a truly great painter, and his first pic ture was hung In the academy lo 1833. He was a man then and age didn't hin der his hand, for his last painting found Its place In the academy In 1800. He finished It at tbe age of 97 and died at 08. Tbe achievements of old men, says tbe Kansas City World, the virility and ambition that almost till the gates of tbe cemetery are opened, are the won der of modern times. The more money a man has the hard er It Is for him to convince the world that he to « fooL . I HORNED MEN AND WOMEN. They Actually Etta« in Modern Ltfn aa Well na in Ancient Fables. Men and women endowed with horns are not by any means nnknown In tbe world we live in. to-day. A short time ago Surgeon Lamprey of tbe army medical staff met with and studied three horned men in Af rica, each having a bora on either side of hts nose. "While serving on the Gold Coast." said be. "I bad opportunities of mak ing drawings of these people. Tbe first horned man I bad an opportunity of observing was a Fnntee named Gofea,' aged about 32 years, from the little village of Amaquauta. in Wasau terri tory. / "The second horned man was a long faced youth, aged about 18. named (Juassie Jabln, from tbe Gamin terri tory. and not a kinsman of the first one. "From a statement made by bins through a Fantee interpreter, I gath ered that this hornlike growth bad been Ip existence as long as be could remember. "The third case was that of Cudjo Danso, aged about 20. He stated, through an Interpreter, that so far as he was aware this hprnllkc knob had grown of Itself. It certainly had grown larger as be had grown older. It gave him no Inconvenience. He could see and smell perfectly." Hundreds of cases more remarkable have recently been collected In an In teresting report by Drs. George Gould and Walter Pyle, both well-known pathologists. . "Human horns," say they, "are far more frequent than ordinarily sup posed. Nearly all the older writers cite examples. Many mention horns on the head. "In the ancient times horns were symbolical of wisdom and power. Michael Angelo, In bis famous sculp ture of Moses, has given tbe patriarch a pair of boras." There ls a greater frequency of borna among women than among men, ac cording to these authorities. The combination of horns and tail on a human being would' naturally give rise to extravagant superstition. There Is a description of such a case In a recent medical report. Tbe crea ture, suid to have been dubbed the "Hoodoo of Plato," wad bora eight years ago In Minnesota. He was a boy fi weeks old when de scribed. He had hair two Inches long all over the body; his features were Hendlsb and his eyes shone like beads beneath bis shaggy brows. He had a tail eighteen Inches long, horns from tbe skull, a full set of teeth and claw llke bauds. He sunpped like a dog, crawled on all fours and refused the natural sustenance of a normal child. The country people considered this devil-child a punishment for a rebuff that the mother gave to a Jewish ped dler selling crucifixion pictures. Fabriclus, tbe famous Italian anato mist of the fourteenth century, records that he saw a man with horns on his head and who chewed the cud. Human rumination, or cud chewing, has beeu recognized as a fact by med ical men for years, according to Drs. Gould aud Pyle. A* Swede of 35, living In Uermnny and apparently healthy, was observed, they say. by a Dr. W luthier to retire after meals to some remote place where be might enjoy bis bovine habit. Dr. Chatard some years ago. Bays the London Express, reported that he had seeu in Baltimore an old woman with a horn on her nose. It was "more than an inch long and nearly shaped like that of the rhinoceros." Dr. Saxton reports thut be has cut several boras from the ears of pa 'tients. There are further reports of such protuberances found on the eye lid, tbe nupe of tbe neck, tbe lower Up and tbe chin. a .On tbe Firing Line. Bardlet—Do you kuow, my friend, that I have become a firm believer la Hie mysterious transference of im pulse? You recall that spring idyl of mine, which you said was an Inspira tion? Well, as I told you before, whea I wrote that I was fired by an Irre sistible impulse. Friend—Yes. 1 remember. Bardlet—Well, sir; 1 submitted that Inspiration to the editor of the Bom bardier, and would you believe It, sir, I was fired again, but this time the editor bad tbe Impulse.—Richmond Dispatch. Cultivated Criticism. There are times when a little learn ing is by- no means a dangerous thing. T\vo ladies were looking at a picture entitled. "His Only Pair." The artist has depicted a poor boy sitting up In bed while bis hard-working mother mends his only pair of trousers. The boy, although obliged to stay in bed while the repairs are under way. Is contentedly eating an orange. One of the visitors looked at the pic ture with searching gaze, and then re marked to her companion: "His Only Pair!' 1 don't call that a pear at alii It's an orange that he Is eating." Modified Eggs. Tbe "drummer," whose route took him to the lumber districts of Maine, went down to the breakfast table at the hotel one morning to find that tba chief dish was to be scrambled eggs. The rosy cheeked waitress was gone, a long time after his order and finally appeared with cheeks rosier than ever. "Plane, zlr," she said, hesitatingly, "tbe eggs are tfot quite fresh enough to scramble, but will you have 'em boiled?"—New York Mail and Express. Low Fare on Siberian Road. Tbe Siberian Railway makes the low Ihre of $12 for a distance of A&Ofi miles to settlers.