Santos-Dumont is still waiting for a favourable opportunity to win the Deutsch Prize. His balloon is inflated, his motor has been induced to behave itself, and he has made one litle trip over the Bois de Boulogne, but still he cannot. get the weather to his mind. All that he is nited to do is to keep up a speed of thirteen miles an hour for half-an-hour, but he does not care to risk another failure by starting under any but the most favourable conditions—which is a pretty ood indication of the distance between. his balloon and practical utility. His military rivals, the Renards, are said to have a biguet and improved airship metaphorically up their sleeves, but this is perhaps only bluff. Dissensions have, alas! madi their appearance in the bosom of the Aéi Club, xnd ths members are divided into two camps, Sintos-Dumontites and Renai dites. 'The former regard the young Bruzilian as the yet-st air-navigator of ancient or modern times; the litter are very patriotic and object to two French offic-rs' noses being pur on' of joint by a foreigwr. M. Aimé, the pai seerwiay of the club and 4 res-hot jartisan of M. Santy-Dumont, has been distnissed the e mittee and had his "fice door shut and padlocked against him, A eres newspaper war is now rasing,
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