five o'clock
She at least should know him for a man . Looking toward the window he saw the black , uneasy night give way to the coming day . Haggard and faint he arose from the couch to watch the approach of the sun that is indifferent to wealth and poverty , to gayety and dejection . From far off in the gray light there came the sound of a five o'clock bell . A little later the shrieks of factory whistles were borne to his ears , muffled by distance but pregnant with the importance of a new day of toil . They were calling him , with all poor men , to the sweat-shop and the forge , to the great mill of life . The new era had begun , dawning bright and clear to disperse the gloom in his soul .