It was a complete surprise and yet a delight one that J. E. Bell - whom everybody knows as "Jack" Bell - sprang upon his many friends last Thursday, when he sent them the announcement that he had been married on the day before. The young woman who bestowed upon Mr. Bell the greatest blessing of his life was Miss Catherine Burnett Mercur, a charming helpmeet, embodying that rare blend of intellectuality and domesticity which means happiness for this congenial pair as long as they shall live, and after, too, for all this writer knows. In Denver newspaperdom Mr. Bell is a well beloved veteran, having served his term in the old days of Kimball and Cassell and other lively souls. But he wandered off to Cuba and soldiered through the war and then he strayed to the Nome country and penetrated the interior further than anyone else had done up to 1901. Afterward he fell to mining at Cripple Creek, where he still has valuable interests, and it was only recently that he returned to journalism by accepting a position on the editorial staff of The Post. But he's "all right" in all the varied and expansive meanings of that comprehensive phrase, and his friends all rejoice in his happiness, and will tell him so when he and Mrs. Bell return from Glenwood Springs, where they are spending their honeymoon.