The daily morning journal and courier., 1905-11-16
ONE ARTISTS RISE.


 cleanly clad, with a large bundle under his arm, rang the front doorbell of an Evanston mansion and inquired for MT. Zorn. Andreas Zorn, Swedish artist of worldwide renown, who was then visiting Chicago to paint thu portrait of the Evanstonian whose guest he was, put in an mediate appearance, an asked what was wanted.
 My name is Charles Hallberg," said the timid man, introducing him. self, q follwed the sea for many years Just now am janttor in an Austin bank, near Chicago. All my life I have had the ambition to paint the sea. What I know about painting l have learned by myself; have had no in- struction, no direction whatsoever. read in one of the papers that you were here, and since we are fellow countrymen I thought I might take the liberty of asking you what you thought of my work
 Zorn assented -graciously. The jani- tor-artist removed the covering from his marines and awaited the criticism of the great man with an anxious, but l SLll cL EDIlluG1lk uGtIts Z4DLll SAEIICSoG0 his amazement that an untutored and untrained hand could do so well. The marines weres crudely, roughly done, but strong, vigorous, and smaking of the sea. Every stroke of the brush evfnced the painters love for the sea, and proved how he had striven to re- produce it's poetry and it's varying moods.
 i The famous artists praised the sim cerity and strength of his poor and humble brether's work, pointing out a fault in the drawing here, a blunder | in coloring there, an eror in compost tion at another place. Then the two men shook hands, and parted. Zorn going back to his portraits, Hallberg to his furnaces in the bank building at Austin, his blue eyes great with hope.
 Somehow the story of that visit leaked out and two curious artists started one night on a search for the | janitor whose marines had called forth 1the praises of Zorn. They found him in blue cans and jumpers polishing the { ornamental work of the bank vaults. l Here was a picture in itself and a great one Hallberg was doing the work he hated in order that he might snatch a few minutes leasure for the work he loved, divided by those bars he was polishing from the money that would give him the instruction he had covet- | ed all his life long. Hallberg, as he stood thus, not only made an impress sive picture, but he also preached a si- lent sermon on money, it's use and abuse.
 A half-hour later the janitor and his two visitors walked over to the artist S home. He took them upstairs to his Iimprovised studio and modestly dis played for their admiration his numer- ous studies of the sea. They were such as zorn had seen, crude but strong limiting at the fuller powers that would Idevelop with proper tuition and the cor rective touches of experience.
 All his work was done In the early hours of the morning, he said. He took his life as it was, quite for granted, making no complaint against the hard fate, the long years of toll that had held him aloof from his art. He had only one 'grievance-the disastrous ef- feet that the strong glare from the furnaces had on his eyesight.
 The artists left, equally impressed by the man and his work. They busied themselves in Hallberg's behalf in- struction him where he needle instruc- tion, securing hearing for him at the Art Institute, helping him practically in the sale of his pictures. Meanwhile lwithout any neglect of his manual la- bor he set to work with renewed vim and zest. He learned to apply his colors more deftly, to soften his skies, which at first had been harsh and cold and bring them into harmony with his wa Eters. Likewise he corrected his drawing and diligently applied himself to a mastery of the difficult secrets of the horizon. Gradually he acquired the knack of handling his ships and giv- ing them the proper place and value in his seascapes.
 Hallberg's marines secured admis- sion in each, of the annual exhibits at the Art Institute. Those who watched his work were astonished at the steady advance he made; in young man it might have been expected, but in one long past middle age it was far from