The San Francisco call., 1898-02-07

cCnfessing, for the secret bore down on me like a great weight, as if I would be smothered if I did not tell the world and meet my fate"
 Did you ever think of confessing to Captain Curtin and me at the Arcade Hotel when you were being questioned before the inquest?"
 NO; I had no idea of confessing then, but once after that I thought of send ing for you and telling you all l had done"
 His story then ran somewhat as fol- lows:
 "I poisoned them with rough on rats which I had had for six years or so. I put the poison in a paper, a piece of newspaper, before I left home. I came into town to the house where Susie and Louis lived after Tommy and Miss Brimley came in."
 The strange and shocking story of the murder was then told with such minuteness as is seldom heard falling from the lips of the perpetrators of crimes.
 Tommy and his sweetheart, Miss Brimley, had left the supper table. :" said the trembling prisoner, as he told the solemn story of his wicked deed. There was some delay at the carriage while they were all saying good-by. I then went through the kitchen and dropped the poison through the top, after lifting the lid. After 1 was sure that the poison was in the water I walked into the room where Susie was preparing to meet Charley Ehmann, who was soon to marry her. She was fixing her hair at the time, and we chatted as if nothing had happened"
 Pressed as to his motive, Frank said he did not think he could tell unless it was that his brother and siste. had made some bitter talk reflecting on the character of his wife. He could not say definitely whether the motive was revenge. He emphasized the fact that Susie had always been good to him, and that he got a doctor and did all he could to save her life.
 In the afternoon the prisoner was again led from his cell to the District Attorneys office, where all he had said was read to him from the stenograph- CTS notes. He suggested half dozen or more minor amendments, made some additions of no great importance and signed the confession in the pres ence of the same witnesses who first heard it made.
 The most dramatic meeting of the day was between Arthur Belew and the guilty man, though the scene was not so affecting as the meeting arranged by The Call between Tommy Belew and Frank two days ago, when the murderer was still protesting his in nocence though greatly worried and rapidly breaking Tommy broke down and cried like a child, for he is given to melting moods, and he felt as if sus- picion rested on him when he appealed to Frank in trembling tones: Frank Frank, did you kill my dear sister and brother"
 Arthur is a far larger and stronger man than Tommy, but in spite of this fact his eyes have been moist for many days. He is the one brother who still wears crepe on his hat, and who often cries as he tells the story of his rela- tives' murder. When he entered the cell to-day and grasped Frank by the hand he said: Frank, was that con- fession all right
 .Yes," was the reply, "I poisoned them both" Then Arthur broke down and said: why did you do 1t? Oh, why did you do it? You must have been out of your head-'
 Frank was sitting on his cot, which is on the floor, and Arthur was sitting by his side in chair:
 q do not see how I could have been with you all these weeks and had no suspicion" was Arthur's final reply. Many night you have gone to bed first. and I have heard you snoring and sleeping soundly with this on your soul"
 But I was not always sleeping as well as you thought" said Frank, for this thing has been weighing on me like a. thousand tons of pressure said the man who slew his brother and sis ter.
 Speaking of the interview late in the evening, Arthur said: Tt seems to me Impossible that he committed that crime while he was in his right mind I think some strange emotion controlled him. and he could not resist the idea to do what he did. I always said that I would not believe this on him until he confessed it, and now he has con- fessed First, 1 thought he was drunk or drugged when he confessed, but he says he told the truth, though he had had few drinks when he first told. il to the reporters"
 Constable Newby and John w. Bird called to see Belew at o'clock this afternoon. He arose and shook them warmly by the hands, as if nothing had happened.
 T corrected some of the things both of you stated" said Frank, for you made some blunders. do not remem- Der that I threatened the crime the day before," said to Bird.
 "Yes, you did" replied Bird; "and that is the way I knew it was you who did the murder"
 That answer corroborated the theory that in the wild night of revenge and crime the human demons memory slipped a cog, which happening of the unexpected led to the proof that he was the murderer, the proof coming like 8 thunderbolt at a time when all the world, save the officers in charge and U1a CoI OT fl,e e