On the table were the remnants of the little evening feast . The lamp still burned on the corner stand . The First Mate was asleep in a square of sunshine by the sofa . Captain Jim lay on the sofa , with his hands clasped over the life-book , open at the last page , lying on his breast . His eyes were closed and on his face was a look of the most perfect peace and happiness -- the look of one who has long sought and found at last . `` He is asleep ? '' whispered Anne tremulously . Gilbert went to the sofa and bent over him for a few moments . Then he straightened up . `` Yes , he sleeps -- well , '' he added quietly . `` Anne , Captain Jim has crossed the bar . '' They could not know precisely at what hour he had died , but Anne always believed that he had had his wish , and went out when the morning came across the gulf . Out on that shining tide his spirit drifted , over the sunrise sea of pearl and silver , to the haven where lost Margaret waited , beyond the storms and calms . CHAPTER 40 FAREWELL TO THE HOUSE OF DREAMS Captain Jim was buried in the little over-harbor graveyard , very near to the spot where the wee white lady slept . His relatives put up a very expensive , very ugly `` monument '' -- a monument at which he would have poked sly fun had he seen it in life . But his real monument was in the hearts of those who knew him , and in the book that was to live for generations . Leslie mourned that Captain Jim had not lived to see the amazing success of it . `` How he would have delighted in the reviews -- they are almost all so kindly . And to have seen his life-book heading the lists of the best sellers -- oh , if he could just have lived to see it , Anne ! '' But Anne , despite her grief , was wiser .
`` It was the book itself he cared for , Leslie -- not what might be said XXXXX it -- and he had it .
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