THE PILGRIMAGE TO ST.

WINIFRED'S WELL.
Early on the following morning, the party, who had ridden hard, and had paused only for a short time at Knutsford to rest their steeds, approached the ancient and picturesque city of Chester.

Skirting its high, and then partly fortified walls, above which appeared the massive tower of the venerable cathedral, they passed through the east-gate, and proceeding along the street deriving its name from that entrance, were about to halt before the door of a large hostel, called the Saint Werburgh's Abbey, when, to their great surprise, they perceived Catesby riding towards them.
"I thought I could not be mistaken," cried the latter, as he drew near and saluted Viviana.

"I was about to set out for Manchester with a despatch to you from your father, Miss Radcliffe, when this most unexpected and fortunate encounter spares me the journey.

But may I ask why I see you here, and thus attended ?" he added, glancing uneasily at Humphrey Chetham.
A few words from Father Oldcorne explained all.