LITTLE BYRON. 



'T was a November day, cold, windy, 

 and altogether disagreeable. But, 

 cold as it was, it was not too cold 

 for dog-dealers. For several hours 

 one of this curious fraternity had 

 stood at a prominent street corner 

 on Fifth Avenue. Under each 

 arm he held a shivering little 

 puppy ; and he tried, by covering 

 a part of their bodies with his 

 sleeves, to stop their pitiful trembling from the cruel 

 cold, but with only partial success. 



The little fellow under the man's right arm was 

 unmistakably a pug. Although but little of his body 

 was visible, the soft yellowish skin, tipped at the nose 

 and feet with black, easily sufficed for his identifi- 

 cation. A pretty blue ribbon, tied in a neat bow 

 around his neck, implied respectable antecedents and 

 associations. 



